"Could have been a lot worse than an octopus, even if the thing was a bit too clingy," he mused, trying to lighten the mood some but he really couldn't help but be a little bit annoyed. At the pixies, mind you. He had nothing against the librarian, considering how concerned he was for the other, and that concern only grew as the other healed the mark on his neck.

Why do you have to go doing stuff like that, huh?

"It's no big deal, really. They'll heal on their own. I'm not too worried about it," Owen tried to reassure the other. "I'm not bleeding and all my limbs are attached so I'd call that a good--"

Whatever he was going to say is cut off by the chorus of giggles and he makes the mistake of looking up just in time to get a face full of glittery dust herpes crap. At least he managed to shut his eyes in time..right?

Owen is still a moment before he lets out a huff, reaching up to wipe at his face.

"...I hate those little shits."