[ A surprised little oh when arms wind around him not once, not twice, but three times over. A neat trick, that. It's a welcome sign of camaraderie, even if Regis understands that the transition from "this is awful" to "this is fine" is not linear nor quick; he won't press Fizzarolli to be less or more than what he currently is. Sometimes all someone needs is a watchful eye to preside over their highs and lows.

(And truly, all Regis has is time. Always, forever.)

One more pat to Fizz's interestingly-built knee, and Regis lets the subject drop. ]

Yes, that. You would cause a bit of a ruckus were you to appear in public exactly as you are.

[ An apologetic little quirk of his lips. He mentioned the xenophobia thing, and it will definitely remain a hurdle that they'll have to jump over again and again. ]

I don't expect your manners will be the issue [ maybe less cursing in general, but, you know ], as much as your... [ Hm. ] ...physiognomy. Humans in this world aren't terribly tolerant of anything that doesn't look exactly like them, and even when the differences are negligible, the closeness is enough to breed contempt.

In other words: if we're to take you anywhere, you would have to wear a mask. And hide your tail.

[ The hat is fine, Regis figures. An accoutrement. ]