Laz'ab seems to stiffen with uncertainty at first when she leans in his direction, but in an unexpected move he doesn't shy away, and remains where he is. Her misery and anguish are so tangible to him, it sends his mind into a frenzy of new whispers, and he closes his eyes to take it all in. He turns his head ever so slightly in her direction, giving her cheek a brush with his nose that for all outward appearances would seem to be a comforting nuzzle. In truth, it is far more likely he's trying to suck in all those negative emotions, to revel in them.
They're hers this time.
Sketch of a roleplay scene I kinda don't really like anymore, so I'll probably scrap it. Just Laz'ab being a slimy, smarmy, unusually coherent git.--Sak
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