[whatever it is, Chrollo knows that mask, the one he'd nearly frozen himself to the bone and risked losing his arm to a monster to bring back. and that one is in his pocket, had been weighing him down for days now while he slept and traversed.
without a word, he takes it out and puts it on, leaving the mask the fortune teller gave him in his pocket. there's no real reason behind it other than perhaps the stranger would respond to something familiar before risking scaring this alien off. he remembers the carnival, after all.
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without a word, he takes it out and puts it on, leaving the mask the fortune teller gave him in his pocket. there's no real reason behind it other than perhaps the stranger would respond to something familiar before risking scaring this alien off. he remembers the carnival, after all.
leaning forward, he types on the keys.]
Hello. Can you see me?