[ He does, in fact, try to consider why Viktor would find his perfectly average cock appealing and settles on the simple fact that it's the rest of him he's attracted to. Not a particularly overwhelming realization, but neither is it one he wants to examine in full detail to pour over the particulars on.
Emet-Selch thinks to point out he'd considered revising it - it would be nothing to tailor his cock to Viktor's specifications but is similarly disinclined to when there's the magic that can serve just as well. ]
I have not contacted them, yet.
[ He does not do anything so ridiculous as jump - he's perfectly aware of where Viktor is in the room and he was not snuck up on, thank you - but does stiffen when Vitkor plants a hand on his back. The stiffness bleeds out a moment later, sore muscles easing from irritating to barely notable, and before Emet-Selch can do or say anything, Viktor glides off to the table. ]
Like Gaia, though hopefully half as vexing. As to the tack to take, I think it best to be Solus, the form and person they would be most used to. If there are any of them who survived being culled, they would remember him, and if not, whatever...learnings they have used, would likely mention him. Then, situate myself as Emet-Selch and wrest control from whomever has determined themselves leader... [ Emet-Selch eyes the assortment of food and then snaps into place cream cheese, capers, and onions, already thinly sliced, and begins assembling a half-sandwich. ] These are all suppositions, I will not know more until I have spoken to them.
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Emet-Selch thinks to point out he'd considered revising it - it would be nothing to tailor his cock to Viktor's specifications but is similarly disinclined to when there's the magic that can serve just as well. ]
I have not contacted them, yet.
[ He does not do anything so ridiculous as jump - he's perfectly aware of where Viktor is in the room and he was not snuck up on, thank you - but does stiffen when Vitkor plants a hand on his back. The stiffness bleeds out a moment later, sore muscles easing from irritating to barely notable, and before Emet-Selch can do or say anything, Viktor glides off to the table. ]
Like Gaia, though hopefully half as vexing. As to the tack to take, I think it best to be Solus, the form and person they would be most used to. If there are any of them who survived being culled, they would remember him, and if not, whatever...learnings they have used, would likely mention him. Then, situate myself as Emet-Selch and wrest control from whomever has determined themselves leader... [ Emet-Selch eyes the assortment of food and then snaps into place cream cheese, capers, and onions, already thinly sliced, and begins assembling a half-sandwich. ] These are all suppositions, I will not know more until I have spoken to them.