"He was probably just over twelve feet tall, long arms with clawed hands, and his body was just... mostly this... void with tentacles and smoke and it... kind of felt like leaning into a warm beanbag chair."
Implying that yes, he did touch.
"His voice seemed like it was... everywhere. But-..." And here he briefly pauses, his expression softening. "His eyes were the same. It was still John, and I don't think there's anything he'd willingly do to make me scared of him."
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Date: 2025-02-10 08:38 pm (UTC)"He was probably just over twelve feet tall, long arms with clawed hands, and his body was just... mostly this... void with tentacles and smoke and it... kind of felt like leaning into a warm beanbag chair."
Implying that yes, he did touch.
"His voice seemed like it was... everywhere. But-..." And here he briefly pauses, his expression softening. "His eyes were the same. It was still John, and I don't think there's anything he'd willingly do to make me scared of him."