"Richard Upton Pickman. Call me whichever." He gives only a slight pause (Hellboy is very large, after all, and he's not particularly used to shaking with his left hand, to boot) before putting his hand in Hellboy's.
It is pretty obvious that there's something... many somethings... off about Pickman, from first sight. A less obvious detail presents itself when the artist shakes Hellboy's hand -- the silver ring he wears, with an elder sign and accompanying markings engraved in it. It's not something he thinks about at all, though, at the moment, continuing to grin up at his new friend.
"That so? Pleasure to meet you, Hellboy."
When they stop at the couch, he pops forward, circling around it and dropping to the ground to check out the legs, and exactly how sturdy it seems from down there.
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It is pretty obvious that there's something... many somethings... off about Pickman, from first sight. A less obvious detail presents itself when the artist shakes Hellboy's hand -- the silver ring he wears, with an elder sign and accompanying markings engraved in it. It's not something he thinks about at all, though, at the moment, continuing to grin up at his new friend.
"That so? Pleasure to meet you, Hellboy."
When they stop at the couch, he pops forward, circling around it and dropping to the ground to check out the legs, and exactly how sturdy it seems from down there.