Garrot is the next to arrive, stalking in from the tomato-ish patch. Earlier, he'd been too furious to pay them any mind, but now? His rage was just casually simmering, so he could afford to gawk for a second. As the doctor's field trip comes to an end, he sees Gyre. Soaking wet. Shirtless. Covered in tattoos.
It takes all his willpower to not let out a lurid, provocative "Woof" at his ally, because it is neither the time, place, or person for him to be like that. But if there's water, Haizea would want to swim too, which doesn't help matters. So he does blush a bit. Is he going to have to tell them to keep their clothes on in this weird dream world?! What if there's something in the water?!
"Hey Wizard!" He shouts the words, choosing to focus on work instead. "Gimme one of those big whiteboards. You don't want us to forget anything, do you?" And then he starts stroking his beard, trying to keep himself from asking about that piece of bright plastic that Gyre's got at his neck. Or worrying about sweet, gullible Matilda. Or looking at the Trickster's Tempting Treats, just block those out entirely.
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It takes all his willpower to not let out a lurid, provocative "Woof" at his ally, because it is neither the time, place, or person for him to be like that. But if there's water, Haizea would want to swim too, which doesn't help matters. So he does blush a bit. Is he going to have to tell them to keep their clothes on in this weird dream world?! What if there's something in the water?!
"Hey Wizard!" He shouts the words, choosing to focus on work instead. "Gimme one of those big whiteboards. You don't want us to forget anything, do you?" And then he starts stroking his beard, trying to keep himself from asking about that piece of bright plastic that Gyre's got at his neck. Or worrying about sweet, gullible Matilda. Or looking at the Trickster's Tempting Treats, just block those out entirely.