[His first thought is that he's covered in scales, has wings and claws, and is standing in the middle of a bunch of humans, how could someone miss that it was true from that?]
[And then there's an implication that sinks in. And promptly skitters off to ponder how the Hell someone could read by taste, a train of thought that is promptly abandoned as nonsensical, useless, and not worth thinking about too hard.]
...You're blind.
[he's keeping as level and careful a tone as he can on that one, even if he is blunt as a bag of hammers. There's metallic claw-clicks as he walks over to something more within arm's reach.]
It's true. Starts about a month after you show up - I've been here six months now.
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[And then there's an implication that sinks in.
And promptly skitters off to ponder how the Hell someone could read by taste, a train of thought that is promptly abandoned as nonsensical, useless, and not worth thinking about too hard.]...You're blind.
[he's keeping as level and careful a tone as he can on that one, even if he is blunt as a bag of hammers. There's metallic claw-clicks as he walks over to something more within arm's reach.]
It's true. Starts about a month after you show up - I've been here six months now.