"(*𝗜'𝗺 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿.)" *as Exodius reaches and grabs the menu from the table, John briefly catches a glimpse of Exodius' wrist which is very clearly flesh colored, and not white like his actual hand. whether or not John wants to talk about this is up to him* "(*𝗔𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝗽 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲.)" *he starts looking at the menu*