[At the mention of color, of specific cells, Jake's concentration briefly scatters. The tattoo-depressions disappear into smooth fur and Jake chuckles, putting both arms behind his head in what he figures to be a Newt-esque gesture. It came surprisingly naturally. This guy certainly had the vibe of someone who has to play off momentary discomfort and embarrassment on a regular basis.]
no subject
The creatures? Heh, yeah, probably. [He focuses on them briefly, flesh twisting until he resembles less the creatures themselves and more their stylized versions. Sort of like a photograph of a photograph.
The Flat Stanley of a kaiju opens its incorrectly placed mouth, humming thoughtfully.]
Anyway, what the heck's a Godzilla?