[ Anaxagoras is checking out certain places, here or there, when he happens to come along a certain someone over at the morgue...
Stepping forward, he casts his gaze towards the person in question. He does recall a certain kind of commotion as well; also he has white draconic horns atop his head, don't mind. But, first: ]
[Though he doesn't have any horns in return, the moment Thancred turns Anaxa will know he's not the only reptilian thing in the room. His sclera are far darker, eyes a brilliant yellow nearing white, with creamy ashen patches of rough texture against his face, neck, and what can be seen of his hands under his gloves. The long length of a tail sits practically motionless against the cold floor, the same cream texture, warming to red as it vanishes beneath his coat.
That said, the man is in a strange spot. Near the supply cabinets, yes, but almost as though he's drifted in attention halfway through, his weight partially lowered to the floor. He blinks up towards Anaxa, silent at first.]
Oh. Yes, of course. [He sounds... tired? But he's shaking his head, as though to try to clear it.]
More that I'd wonder if this is where our corpse was interred those few days ago.
[ Anaxagoras' eye lay right upon Thancred right away, seeing his reptilian form before his very sight. He truly is less...all of that. From the eye color, scales (?) and the tail as well.
Though, that being said, it is odd to see him where he is (and the position), and due to this, it takes him a moment wherein he ponders upon it carefully. Remembering the noise earlier, and the fact he looks tired now, he imagines it might be related. ]
A good question, isn't it? That would be the most reasonable conclusion.
However, we can't know for certain. [ ... ] You also look like you're somewhat fatigued. Is it the changes?
[It's so hard to tell when his body has stopped shivering to warn him, and this place has nothing remotely making any sort of warmth. He'd merely step outside, but outside was also cold, and could he even make it to the cafeteria without falling asleep on the road...
Thought and instinct muddle, and he exhales uncomfortably.]
Investigating grows more difficult the longer I... try to tolerate it...
[ Trying to look up biological facts about dromas, but it's fine. Anaxagoras probably just literally stepped in so he isn't having difficulty like Thancred is just yet.
Or maybe it is just him making a habit of moving around. Considering this, though, he imagines that maybe making a trip to the clothing store could be in order. ]
...Not quite. Though, it may vary even from which traits we received.
[ Or lizard species, in this case. ]
Have you considered putting on or grabbing more clothing? You already don't look all that well as you are. It could become worse if you don't bundle up more.
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Stepping forward, he casts his gaze towards the person in question. He does recall a certain kind of commotion as well; also he has white draconic horns atop his head, don't mind. But, first: ]
Taking stock of certain areas?
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That said, the man is in a strange spot. Near the supply cabinets, yes, but almost as though he's drifted in attention halfway through, his weight partially lowered to the floor. He blinks up towards Anaxa, silent at first.]
Oh. Yes, of course. [He sounds... tired? But he's shaking his head, as though to try to clear it.]
More that I'd wonder if this is where our corpse was interred those few days ago.
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Though, that being said, it is odd to see him where he is (and the position), and due to this, it takes him a moment wherein he ponders upon it carefully. Remembering the noise earlier, and the fact he looks tired now, he imagines it might be related. ]
A good question, isn't it? That would be the most reasonable conclusion.
However, we can't know for certain. [ ... ] You also look like you're somewhat fatigued. Is it the changes?
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It's... this room. The temperature, I think.
[It's so hard to tell when his body has stopped shivering to warn him, and this place has nothing remotely making any sort of warmth. He'd merely step outside, but outside was also cold, and could he even make it to the cafeteria without falling asleep on the road...
Thought and instinct muddle, and he exhales uncomfortably.]
Investigating grows more difficult the longer I... try to tolerate it...
I trust you're not immune either...
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Or maybe it is just him making a habit of moving around. Considering this, though, he imagines that maybe making a trip to the clothing store could be in order. ]
...Not quite. Though, it may vary even from which traits we received.
[ Or lizard species, in this case. ]
Have you considered putting on or grabbing more clothing? You already don't look all that well as you are. It could become worse if you don't bundle up more.