[Zacharie just furrows his brow at that, cocking his head to the side for a moment; he thinks he would remember you, sir, because you are very tall and your clothes are very interesting and your hair is very blond, and his master tends to hang out with a lot of blond people and you are not one of the blonds he spends time with.
So he shakes his head again after a moment...slow...ly...before something seems to occur to him and he brightens a bit.
The shift is more than a little shimmery, but after a moment the bright-colored jacket and the pants made of lies are gone, replaced with a white longsleeved shirt that's a bit too loose on him and a black open vest, as well as pants that are the most obnoxiously-patterned plaid that the world has ever seen. It's the same outfit his master'd had on over the network when that one odd broadcast had gone out and he seemed more interested in picking fights with everyone than actually having a conversation.
Zacharie still looks a bit lost, but he offers a bit of a questioning gesture afterwards. You...remember this sort of thing, right?]
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So he shakes his head again after a moment...slow...ly...before something seems to occur to him and he brightens a bit.
The shift is more than a little shimmery, but after a moment the bright-colored jacket and the pants made of lies are gone, replaced with a white longsleeved shirt that's a bit too loose on him and a black open vest, as well as pants that are the most obnoxiously-patterned plaid that the world has ever seen. It's the same outfit his master'd had on over the network when that one odd broadcast had gone out and he seemed more interested in picking fights with everyone than actually having a conversation.
Zacharie still looks a bit lost, but he offers a bit of a questioning gesture afterwards. You...remember this sort of thing, right?]