[To be fair Lydia doesn't even notice the stripy bastard either. She's too busy trying to pull this name tag off of her without ripping her dress. Does it not have a pin? A hook? Something?
It's the grisly crack of his neck that draws her attention. Look at this weird stripy guy with his wings and -- okay, no. She squints at him as he stares at her. The stripes aren't quite right, the wrong colors and all that but --
He swallows the tacks, yells and Lydia sort of sags in place once he does. She rolls her eyes skyward.]
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It's the grisly crack of his neck that draws her attention. Look at this weird stripy guy with his wings and -- okay, no. She squints at him as he stares at her. The stripes aren't quite right, the wrong colors and all that but --
He swallows the tacks, yells and Lydia sort of sags in place once he does. She rolls her eyes skyward.]
This really is hell.