"Tentacles? Well, now that you mention it...." The fan, who is still there and waiting for an autograph, rummages in a terrifyingly professional-looking folio binder and comes up with another sheet of paper, adorned with an equally meticulously-drawn depiction of September apparently at the mercy of an amourous Cthulhu. This image is held up with a grin and what one could easily mistake as a waft of pastel sparkles. "How's this?"


That same emotion continues chewing at September's amygdalae, vague and blurry but resolving itself ever-so-slightly into something that might resemble cosmic fear, that dizzying sensation that the universe is about to forget how to physics.

"Why... would you imagine such a thing?" is all he can say.

"Because it's beautiful, don't you think?" comes the fervent, if somewhat unhinged reply.

September doesn't know Niles very well, but he looks at the other man now with an expression that... well... looks a bit troubled.