[ he smiles at the compliment, sweet and flattered. it's nice to be appreciated for your fashion sense now and then. not that carlos doesn't appreciate it, but carlos is his husband-- he's obligated by city ordinance to love cecil's style.

the mention of his tattoos earns a blink, though, and he glances down at his arms as if seeing them for the first time. ]

.. Oh. Hm. [ come to think of it.. ] I don't really know? They just do that. They also do this sometimes. [ at this, his sweater shifts in the back, and a slender tentacle slips from beneath the hem. dark the closer it is to his body, fading into a soft purple the same shade of cecil's eyes at the end, it's.. pretty, actually? it waves lazily at john, then slips back beneath cecil's sweater and settles into tattoo form once more. ] I'm from Night Vale. Sometimes we're different, I guess?