[ Between the sudden lack of control over his speech and THAT answer, Nihlus finds he can't keep the the look of alarm from scrawling itself all over his face. He stares, eyes wide, mandibles flared and utterly speechless for a good, solid minute.
When the Spectre does finally move, he immediately pours the rest of the contents of his cup onto the street and then moves to nab the human by his shoulders. ]
Mr. Alan Bradley. [ He hisses very, very quietly, firmly directing him out of the crowd. ] We are going to have a talk.
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When the Spectre does finally move, he immediately pours the rest of the contents of his cup onto the street and then moves to nab the human by his shoulders. ]
Mr. Alan Bradley. [ He hisses very, very quietly, firmly directing him out of the crowd. ] We are going to have a talk.