A pause. The hands and slimelike arms hang there, speechless. Miight as well reveal his secrets. No need to worry the child without any reason to. He starts to speak again, pieces of goo dripping off the arms back into his main puddle.
[I'm always made of this substance. Normally I'm able to shape it into something resembling my old self.]
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Date: 2017-03-01 10:50 am (UTC)[I'm always made of this substance. Normally I'm able to shape it into something resembling my old self.]