[Well, he was wearing a flannel shirt and a wide-brimmed hat with his tentacles all crammed into it earlier, but yeah apparently that's enough of a disguise to fool the Turf War officials. They don't exactly scrutinize these kids too closely these days.
Their rescuer lets the door slide open and steps aside to let them out, giving a bow with a flourish. It mostly just earns him a scowl from Thaum.]
It's Darian, by the way. Guessing you didn't catch that earlier. Now, if you and your lady would kindly move it along, lil' Myo's only gonna have security out for oh, ten more minutes, tops.
[Yeah, he's scowling, but Thaum's still more than glad to trot his way out of the cell, snatching his charger back and inspecting it for damage.]
Yeah, yeah, fine. Not lookin' a gift seahorse in the nose. And she's not mine!
[Then, to Thida,]
And this weirdo's not my friend! I don't know any of you crazy people up here!
Really? With the way she kept smashing that inkbrush into your face? Mmm, mmm, my bad.
Thaum don't call your rescuer a tentacle dick, that's not nice
Their rescuer lets the door slide open and steps aside to let them out, giving a bow with a flourish. It mostly just earns him a scowl from Thaum.]
It's Darian, by the way. Guessing you didn't catch that earlier. Now, if you and your lady would kindly move it along, lil' Myo's only gonna have security out for oh, ten more minutes, tops.
[Yeah, he's scowling, but Thaum's still more than glad to trot his way out of the cell, snatching his charger back and inspecting it for damage.]
Yeah, yeah, fine. Not lookin' a gift seahorse in the nose. And she's not mine!
[Then, to Thida,]
And this weirdo's not my friend! I don't know any of you crazy people up here!
Really? With the way she kept smashing that inkbrush into your face? Mmm, mmm, my bad.
H-hey, shut up, are you TRYING to blow my cover!?
Does it matter?