[The vestigial wing ends up over his face again in time. If Rosso doesn't think about what's underneath it, he can at least admit it's kind of a cool eyepatch. He's not sure if he'd prefer it this way or not; having his sight changed at all after five hundred years tends to fuck with him, and either way, he was getting brand new depth perception out of this arrangement.]

Every day's something new. [But it's the same on Elrios, too.] I don't think I'll burn the house down... probably. I need a bath. Stuff's starting to itch like crazy.

[Thigh eyeballs should not itch but here they fucking are. Does he need, like... eyedrops for these things?]