[Wing-blankets are always appreciated. Rosso's many eyes turn toward it before most of them shut. If he just... talks through it, he thinks he'll chill out more. Unfortunately, Rosso's idea of talking through things is rather morbid, since he has no filter at the best of times. Therefore—]

The multiple eyes are itchy. [Gross.] They fucking... popped up under some of my clothes, and the fabric texture makes them itch. And the goddamn scales itch, and having mud in literally everywhere itches.