[Well.

He's not entirely unfamiliar with the idea of just...Being deposited somewhere he doesn't recognise. That's what his existence had been bef--

Hm. What had his existence been before he'd woken up in a dusty cellar? He knows there was more, and yet...Anyway. No point in dwelling on something that he cannot recall, and therefore likely did not experience. The point is that this is familiar, somewhat, so there's a list of priorities he needs to cover. One, weaponry. His has been taken away from him, and although he's best with a gun, he doesn't need one to be fatal. That's fine. He can find a gun later.

It's when he realises that he's entirely alone, at least in terms of not having his usual companion, that the colour of his eyes changes into a panicky shade of warm amber, almost as if he's a traffic light. But description alone will not suffice, will it?

He manages to find an empty notepad, a diamante-encrusted pen, and draws this. And you bet that the next person he sees is going to get this image shoved into their face very sternly.]

Have you seen him?

[Now you have.]

[Dimos cannot eat. He is a clockwork man, without a stomach or any need for food.

However. He can unwind the bandages covering his scarred face, open his mouth (with sculpted lips and for what?), and jam a spoonful of ice cream into his oral cavity. There's a tongue to taste (and to test for poisons, drugs, anything that might down a human). There's teeth with which to chew into a mush. He's just...Taste-testing. Even worse is the fact that, once he's finished evaluating the current mouthful, he just propels it back out into the dish and stares blankly at it.

So you know, if you wanted to see a dusty, grubby-looking shirtless cowboy spitting ice cream into a bowl, that's a thing that's happening right now. Or-- oh fuck ok no his attention's turned on you, oh shit. Blank green lamplight eyes stare, before he inclines his head at the bowl, then at you.]

What is this flavour. I cannot identify the fruit.

[(It's strawberry. But why the fuck's it pink for?)]