[ Six is less worried about the visual clutter, but more focused on the portrait's absurd demands. It's as if he's managed to get trapped in the one that knew exactly what kind of monster he is, and thus have demanded him to confess his sins. And he would have, really. It's no different than other moments of his life where he had willingly given up that information, but—
His ears pin themselves to soft, fluffy hair, unintentional but it's an instinctive reaction. There's something odd about the way this man laughs... Maybe he's just being way too cautious, though.
(How unsettling.) ]
You won't even question its demands?
[ The Judgmental John huffs, obviously offended by his way of inquiry. ]
2.
His ears pin themselves to soft, fluffy hair, unintentional but it's an instinctive reaction. There's something odd about the way this man laughs... Maybe he's just being way too cautious, though.
(How unsettling.) ]
You won't even question its demands?
[ The Judgmental John huffs, obviously offended by his way of inquiry. ]
It could be a trap for all you know.