I would not know. [ leaks' eyes turn downcast, lowering as to look at the once-pristine floor now littered with chalupa shell crumbs and the remnants of that awful mountain dew drink. ] Mountains are not my expertise.

[ to put it dryly, of course.

whatever this man is, whoever this man is... it doesn't matter. no living being is a friend to him and unless he suddenly reveals himself as the living undead, then he's an enemy. leaks, the magician, is the sworn foe of all creatures of his world. obviously this means nothing to those who don't make sisa their home, which means.

which means... he is a blank slate. just like those books. ]

What do you think.

[ with the back of his other hand, he wipes his cheek off. not completely in the splash zone, but not entirely spared. ]

If it was that disgusting, did you not use your other senses first? You must have other ones.

[ why didn't he just feel the dew, smh ]