Mark rolls with the redirect, and Huvrye nearly sighs in relief. At least the conversation is out of dangerous territory.
What follows is nearly an hour of trying to fine-tune a few looks that fall into what Huvrye has been assured is Normal Human territory. The goal is not to stand out; to that end, he winds up with four variations on what would generally be referred to as Generic White Guy. They're all tall, to match his height or something close to it, but fortunately nothing else stands out aside from "tall."
(A bonus is finding out that the magic in the disguise fools the camera as well, so Huvrye now has pictures of his human disguises so he can memorize them and be able to use them at a moment's notice. Strange thought of everything when it came to this.)
The conversation stays in neutral, focused territory, and while Huvrye is grateful for it, he still keeps turning over the earlier parts of the conversation in his head. That Mark thinks he looks good. That he knows that's not the case. That he also knows Mark doesn't have context for his world - for why he's plain. He can provide some context, right? He's seen pictures of this world's military, and it's uniforms and conformity here too - he should be able to use being military as a reason he can't change his look without going too much deeper, right?
(And Mark will respect it if he stops the conversation after that, right? He already did once, and he said Huvrye doesn't owe him any explanation, so that should hold. Right?)
He drops the current illusion, revealing wings and pointed ears and red eyes again, and looks at Mark. "Thanks again for the help. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you." He pauses - does he really want to go through with this? But if he doesn't do it now, when will he have the opportunity again? - takes a breath, and continues. "I know I promised you food, but I want to show you something first, if you don't mind."
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What follows is nearly an hour of trying to fine-tune a few looks that fall into what Huvrye has been assured is Normal Human territory. The goal is not to stand out; to that end, he winds up with four variations on what would generally be referred to as Generic White Guy. They're all tall, to match his height or something close to it, but fortunately nothing else stands out aside from "tall."
(A bonus is finding out that the magic in the disguise fools the camera as well, so Huvrye now has pictures of his human disguises so he can memorize them and be able to use them at a moment's notice. Strange thought of everything when it came to this.)
The conversation stays in neutral, focused territory, and while Huvrye is grateful for it, he still keeps turning over the earlier parts of the conversation in his head. That Mark thinks he looks good. That he knows that's not the case. That he also knows Mark doesn't have context for his world - for why he's plain. He can provide some context, right? He's seen pictures of this world's military, and it's uniforms and conformity here too - he should be able to use being military as a reason he can't change his look without going too much deeper, right?
(And Mark will respect it if he stops the conversation after that, right? He already did once, and he said Huvrye doesn't owe him any explanation, so that should hold. Right?)
He drops the current illusion, revealing wings and pointed ears and red eyes again, and looks at Mark. "Thanks again for the help. I wouldn't have gotten this far without you." He pauses - does he really want to go through with this? But if he doesn't do it now, when will he have the opportunity again? - takes a breath, and continues. "I know I promised you food, but I want to show you something first, if you don't mind."