“…Really? I-” They sound surprised, but it shakes off rather quickly, and they’re already bounding up besides him. “You know what? I should have guessed that from the start. It’s literally the color of your fur and is associated with death.” They laugh. “It suits you.”
Narinder side eyes them, turning away when said color makes eye contact back.
@bamsara’s comics first got me into the game, and then their The Rehabilitation of Death got me into making fanart again a;lsdjkfdl;sajf. This section in particular from chapter 4 was awesome. It made the Lamb feel dark and unknowable somehow. I had to try replicating it in a drawing.
