[Suppose that makes some twisted kind of sense... Fizz would likely be much calmer if he were the one in Hell with a stranger in front of him. Probably not quite as calm as this, but maybe that's just what this man is like? One of those always unruffled types that make everyone else look insanely emotional in comparison.
It's the odd little compliment to his name, and that Regis sits on the floor in front of him, that finally drains the worst of the anxious energy out of him. He's not feeling good about any of this, but at least he's not on the verge of a panic attack.]
No forgiveness needed, I've been called a lot worse than eccentric looking.
[Fizz sinks down against the wall to sit as well. He legs move a bit weirdly, as if he has multiple knee joints, or perhaps no bones at all, ending up with him sat cross-legged.]
So-- Emiel, wasn't it? You're right that I don't mean you any trouble, I don't mean you anything at all, this-- was a fucking mistake. I don't know how it happened or how to leave.
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It's the odd little compliment to his name, and that Regis sits on the floor in front of him, that finally drains the worst of the anxious energy out of him. He's not feeling good about any of this, but at least he's not on the verge of a panic attack.]
No forgiveness needed, I've been called a lot worse than eccentric looking.
[Fizz sinks down against the wall to sit as well. He legs move a bit weirdly, as if he has multiple knee joints, or perhaps no bones at all, ending up with him sat cross-legged.]
So-- Emiel, wasn't it? You're right that I don't mean you any trouble, I don't mean you anything at all, this-- was a fucking mistake. I don't know how it happened or how to leave.