Okay, well, that wasn't at all what he was expecting. He's not wearing a shirt, per se - only an open blazer over his bare chest - but the sudden hand yanking at his lapel has him widening his eyes in shock. It takes him a moment to process what she's just said, his jaw hanging a little open and working fruitlessly -
But then he laughs a little, a breathless, easygoing thing, and a dopey grin spreads back across his face.
"No - no, you misunderstand me. There'ssss no oth'r Owl LADY I've known! Not here, 'r anywhere. I knew a Lamp Lady but thaaat was. Different." One hand lifts off the ground to gesture in the air. He has the urge to put his hand over hers, where she's grasping his jacket (the parasite is eager to move hosts, after all), but dammit, he has a point to make and he simply MUST talk with his hands.
"No, I just mean - owls! Ooooowls. They're real important, where 'm from. I think - I think meeting you? It's a COSMIC OMEN. You get me?"
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But then he laughs a little, a breathless, easygoing thing, and a dopey grin spreads back across his face.
"No - no, you misunderstand me. There'ssss no oth'r Owl LADY I've known! Not here, 'r anywhere. I knew a Lamp Lady but thaaat was. Different." One hand lifts off the ground to gesture in the air. He has the urge to put his hand over hers, where she's grasping his jacket (the parasite is eager to move hosts, after all), but dammit, he has a point to make and he simply MUST talk with his hands.
"No, I just mean - owls! Ooooowls. They're real important, where 'm from. I think - I think meeting you? It's a COSMIC OMEN. You get me?"