Lemm squints disapprovingly at their response. The monsters had fun, did they! What kind of a shadow collective admits to that! Someone ought to scold, he thinks, right before he sees them snake a tendril towards the container.
"Aye, paws off," he warns, automatically reaching out to intercept. He doesn't touch, is a little too afraid of the consequences to slap their tendril away like a hand from a bag of candy, but he does flap his fingers disruptively in the way with a stern look. "No wonder the masked one's so grubby all the time, if this is what you shadowy types do with your spare limbs. We don't touch that. Rotten stuff will make you sick..."
Will it, though. Lemm trails off, suddenly cold at the realisation that he's talking down to a fragment of that massive void as though it's a child of his neighbour or something.
They may well not be. They may well be older than him, if they're really tied to that ancient time before Hallownest. None of this is the issue, though.
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"Aye, paws off," he warns, automatically reaching out to intercept. He doesn't touch, is a little too afraid of the consequences to slap their tendril away like a hand from a bag of candy, but he does flap his fingers disruptively in the way with a stern look. "No wonder the masked one's so grubby all the time, if this is what you shadowy types do with your spare limbs. We don't touch that. Rotten stuff will make you sick..."
Will it, though. Lemm trails off, suddenly cold at the realisation that he's talking down to a fragment of that massive void as though it's a child of his neighbour or something.
They may well not be. They may well be older than him, if they're really tied to that ancient time before Hallownest. None of this is the issue, though.