Lucifer? Rondo looks mildly confused for a moment, before realizing that he hasn't asked their names, nor given his own. "S-sorry," he says, "I'm a little overwhelmed, I think. I'm Rondo. The...rainbow one, that's Lucifer? What should I call you?"
He turns several shades of pink at the offer of a gift, tongue-tied for a moment. He certainly didn't expect a gift, nor would he ever have dared to ask for one, but refusing seems unconscionably rude when they're being so kind. He's still scrambling for what to say when the two little serpents drop into his lap, and he has to clap both hands over his mouth to stifle the gasp of shock and delight.
"Oshaan," he murmurs when he can speak, fingertips brushing delicately over the wings of the blue snakeling. "And Oloreth."
He gives a little shake of his head as if to clear it, but his thoughts are already spinning. There is no way he can say no; it's not physically possible, he couldn't get his mouth to form the words to save his soul. How the hell he's going to hide baby winged snakes from his dorm-mates, he has no idea. "They're fledglings...do they talk like you? Is...do they mind being, um, my companions?"
A really solid illusion, he thinks to himself. It's a little weird to have pet snakes at the school, but he could get away with that. Just hide the wings and then bring them to the Nexus or the desert to fly, maybe?
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He turns several shades of pink at the offer of a gift, tongue-tied for a moment. He certainly didn't expect a gift, nor would he ever have dared to ask for one, but refusing seems unconscionably rude when they're being so kind. He's still scrambling for what to say when the two little serpents drop into his lap, and he has to clap both hands over his mouth to stifle the gasp of shock and delight.
"Oshaan," he murmurs when he can speak, fingertips brushing delicately over the wings of the blue snakeling. "And Oloreth."
He gives a little shake of his head as if to clear it, but his thoughts are already spinning. There is no way he can say no; it's not physically possible, he couldn't get his mouth to form the words to save his soul. How the hell he's going to hide baby winged snakes from his dorm-mates, he has no idea. "They're fledglings...do they talk like you? Is...do they mind being, um, my companions?"
A really solid illusion, he thinks to himself. It's a little weird to have pet snakes at the school, but he could get away with that. Just hide the wings and then bring them to the Nexus or the desert to fly, maybe?