[ ah. faquarl comes to a stop on the path at being addressed. he looks somewhat worse for wear, like someone who's encounter a good number of tussles however long they'd all been here: a cut above his brow, scratches on his knuckles, a ripped shirt cuff, etc. but the show must go on. ]
[ he taps his cleaver against his pantleg, contemplative as he peers at the insects. he recognizes at least one of them, as he had made note to himself who'd been willing to kick up a disturbance at the party. ]
[ he points at the larvae with lighter blue eyes. ]
There was just one of you before. [ faquarl can count, to be sure; under the right circumstances, he might claim that he Invented Human Arithmetic. ] Are you beginning to multiply?
bugging out
[ he taps his cleaver against his pantleg, contemplative as he peers at the insects. he recognizes at least one of them, as he had made note to himself who'd been willing to kick up a disturbance at the party. ]
[ he points at the larvae with lighter blue eyes. ]
There was just one of you before. [ faquarl can count, to be sure; under the right circumstances, he might claim that he Invented Human Arithmetic. ] Are you beginning to multiply?