[Relief washes through him as he realises he's covered for himself well enough that Regis didn't notice anything, and that translates to his body language relaxing again. Okay, good. Fine.
With the imminent danger over, he bounces back quickly to pay attention to the conversation. He's not sure what sort of question might be coming his way, but he's sure it'll be something serious-- maybe more about the structure of Hell, or about what Fizz is specificially, or--
--what?]
You would? Uh...
[He tilts his head to one side, confusion pretty clear on his face.
Does he even have a favourite colour? He's never really considered it before. When he was a kid he just wore whatever clothes Cash could afford to give him, mostly living in his performance outfits, and that hadn't changed when he got older. Suppose he used to be fond of his Mammon merchandise, but he's gone off green in recent years.
His second instinct would be to say red. The red of an imp's skin, the red he misses almost every time he looks at himself in a mirror. But that's a fucking depressing answer.]
Blue?
[He shrugs.]
My business part-- my partner's mane and feathers are blue, so I guess... blue.
[It's still weird to be able to claim Ozzie as his own openly, feels like revealing a dangerous secret even outside of Hell. But he's not going to disgrace the courage Oz showed for them both by going back to hiding it, even if he does slip up by going back to the ruses sometimes.]
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With the imminent danger over, he bounces back quickly to pay attention to the conversation. He's not sure what sort of question might be coming his way, but he's sure it'll be something serious-- maybe more about the structure of Hell, or about what Fizz is specificially, or--
--what?]
You would? Uh...
[He tilts his head to one side, confusion pretty clear on his face.
Does he even have a favourite colour? He's never really considered it before. When he was a kid he just wore whatever clothes Cash could afford to give him, mostly living in his performance outfits, and that hadn't changed when he got older. Suppose he used to be fond of his Mammon merchandise, but he's gone off green in recent years.
His second instinct would be to say red. The red of an imp's skin, the red he misses almost every time he looks at himself in a mirror. But that's a fucking depressing answer.]
Blue?
[He shrugs.]
My business part-- my partner's mane and feathers are blue, so I guess... blue.
[It's still weird to be able to claim Ozzie as his own openly, feels like revealing a dangerous secret even outside of Hell. But he's not going to disgrace the courage Oz showed for them both by going back to hiding it, even if he does slip up by going back to the ruses sometimes.]