Interacting with: [@Moon Man]

Dylirius’ lack of caution and friendliness was apparent from the moment when he had first introduced himself to Spore. Since this otherwise-immobilized demon had managed to carry on a conversation, with the help of a herb stem tip, dripping an anti-paralysis substance inside of his maw. But surely the Myconid must’ve wondered; 'if the cat was already prepared for this to happen. He shouldn’t have come so close, or had something stronger ready to ingest.' Yet Dylirius sounded so happy to be experiencing ‘such a potent numbness spreading across his entire body’. In his own words. Before proceeding to speak intimately about his alchemy and altruistic goals until - and long after - he was freed from the paralyzing spores. Only remembering to share his name at the very end of their encounter. 

With a visual change that occurred every subsequent visit—disguising the natural candlelight glow of his eyes. Realizing that his flickering gaze might’ve resembled those intruders’ torches, or their accursed light spells. Because better not to be reminded of one’s tragic past, yes?

So it was no surprise to see him standing nearby, without any apprehension. Admiring his friend’s green thumb, as the tiny airborne particles began to dance around them. [color=FFBF00]“Oh. It’s a great privilege to watch you work.”[/color] Dylirius noted spiritedly. With his paw soon fidgeting with the leather straps of his triangular crystal necklace. So realistic in its swaying movements, and even how it felt to touch, that it was too easy to forget that all of it was a part of his artificial ensemble. 

Quick to clear his throat and tone down the zeal in his voice. [color=FFBF00]“Ahem. I mean. You make it look so simple-”[/color] He asserted. Not able to finish his calmer comment, before his stomach provided a swift rebuttal. Prompting the lesser demon to raise his paws up, once he was handed the stringy mushrooms. [color=FFBF00]“Oh my deepest apologies, but you misunderstand.”[/color] Dylirus appealed, while putting his paws back onto his belly. [color=FFBF00]“There’s no reason to fear my stomach’s rumblings.”[/color] He assured his camouflaged companion. [color=FFBF00]“It’s just one of my test-stage brews happened to vastly increase my appetite.”[/color] Dylirus elaborated with an averted gaze, and his paw rubbing underneath his chin in deliberation. [color=FFBF00][i]Perhaps more so than I originally intended…[/i][/color] He thought, with a feeling of something being on the tip of his tongue.

As Dylirius abruptly turned to face the tunnel that led closer to the giant spider’s lair. [color=FFBF00]“But I don’t wish to startle you further. So I will go elsewhere and let my innards settle.”[/color] He declared, before taking several steps away from The Spore that Speaks. Being considerate enough to look back and make sure that he didn’t leave the Myconid paralyzed with fear. [color=FFBF00]“[b]Unless[/b]—there’s any kind of problem or ailment that you need my assistance with?”[/color] Dylirius offered, in a less-than-subtle manner. Seeming hopeful as ever, that everyone was always in need of [b]something[/b].