[Augh, he can feel the residue seeping through the shoulder of his coat. Absolutely horrid. However, whether the goopy figure is facing off with him, or if it's simply sensed the presence of a familiar face to its creator and is attempting a friendly greeting, may not entirely be clear. Barok takes another few steps back as it shuffles closer, uncertain how to even deal with this mess. He doesn't know if Lestrade's presence improves the situation, but they'll see.]
Of course it's his. [The statement is practically dripping with disdain. Chocolate. Unbelievable.] What could have possibly been the purpose of this wretched thing?
[He was... a little bit out of it when that orc was about, making these edible sculptures come to life. This is somehow his first encounter with any of the results.]
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Of course it's his. [The statement is practically dripping with disdain. Chocolate. Unbelievable.] What could have possibly been the purpose of this wretched thing?
[He was... a little bit out of it when that orc was about, making these edible sculptures come to life. This is somehow his first encounter with any of the results.]