[ Lancelot is eating something he found, dismissing his armor finding that there was no need for him to bear it on his body. Instead, he is wearing a white tunic, and high-waisted pants that snug tightly against his waist. You know the shit howl wears from howl's moving castle. His fingers are dark, as if he touched something fowl and the color of their edges is a brilliant blue. Though they are not clawed, they still look as if ink could drip from them. It seems to creep along the rest of his fingers til his knuckles and fade away. All this info does not matter unless you look at them but his hands are bare bc he is eating a sammach. ]
Hey.
[ He starts having almost stepped on him on his way back from mulling around the area. ]
You shouldn't stay there too long, the flowers will make their way to you and eat you.
I. Soup : im at soup
Hey.
[ He starts having almost stepped on him on his way back from mulling around the area. ]
You shouldn't stay there too long, the flowers will make their way to you and eat you.