[Mephisto has so many feelings right now. None of them are good.]
[He turns when he feels a gross, slimy substance dripping down his head -- aside from his face, there really isn't any part of him that's exposed, so the top of the head is the only way too go. To his merit, he doesn't jump, thinking at first that perhaps his own newly-awoken younger brother is playing a bizarre trick on him.]
[Thankfully, Mephisto is also ridiculously tall, standing at 6'5, so... at least he's like, almost chest-level?? But that still doesn't prepare him for the sheer amount of freshly lubricated fishman standing before him.]
[Especially when it's a freshly lubricated fishman that he recognizes. He barely registers what he's saying, instead taking a moment to consider just how much his neck is gonna hurt from looking at at this guy.]
...you know, I think I'll pass. [And he snaps his fingers-- and in a little colorful poof of smoke, the goo still dripping down his neck completely vanishes!]
THE WORST ONE
[He turns when he feels a gross, slimy substance dripping down his head -- aside from his face, there really isn't any part of him that's exposed, so the top of the head is the only way too go. To his merit, he doesn't jump, thinking at first that perhaps his own newly-awoken younger brother is playing a bizarre trick on him.]
[Thankfully, Mephisto is also ridiculously tall, standing at 6'5, so... at least he's like, almost chest-level?? But that still doesn't prepare him for the sheer amount of freshly lubricated fishman standing before him.]
[Especially when it's a freshly lubricated fishman that he recognizes. He barely registers what he's saying, instead taking a moment to consider just how much his neck is gonna hurt from looking at at this guy.]
...you know, I think I'll pass. [And he snaps his fingers-- and in a little colorful poof of smoke, the goo still dripping down his neck completely vanishes!]