[ Qubit recognizes the voice, and... it's not at all what he expected. (He may or may not have just been picturing an Aziraphale type.) He raises an eyebrow as he sizes him up, because that sure is An Outfit. Not any style he's familiar with, but it's got sort of a medieval flair, or... no, it's more Tolkeinesque, isn't it? Why the full coverage? Religious reasons? Or, as he approaches closer - ah. Facial disfigurement? He's not entirely sure, but in any case he knows better than to ask.
Ironically, the glowing eyes are the least unusual part of the look.
Qubit nods, resting one hand behind his back. ] Mr. Longinmouth, I presume. Mind if I call you Carlisle?
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Ironically, the glowing eyes are the least unusual part of the look.
Qubit nods, resting one hand behind his back. ] Mr. Longinmouth, I presume. Mind if I call you Carlisle?