you ever write a tag and then forget to hit post

[ It's a stupid combination if you ask Steak. The mixture of hide and squid skin covering his body is irritating enough without all the new and changed growths making it impossible to truly get comfortable in anything he has to lie down on, anything with a back, really anything where the tentacles dig into a surface or he has to risk hitting his horns — stretched high above his head now, and nowhere near as nice as they used to be, in his humble opinion — on. ]

Thanks.

[ He drops into the stool and gestures to the bartender for a beer, leaning his arms onto the counter as he waits. ]

You're new, aren't you?

[ He doesn't recognise the man, anyway. ]