Luis
The Drama didn't realize that Amos noticed him, nor that he was really as close to the "Elf" As he was, until the "Elf" Sat up. Yes, now that he was this close he decided elf was appropriate now. The Drama didn't panic, nor did he make any sudden movements. In fact, he froze completely and stared at Amos with his smiling mask. Behind this mask was actually a face so quizzical and eyes so piercing one would think he was trying to count the scars on their soul. Amos, however, would only see his piercing eyes, if anything at all.

With Amos's quip he realized he was safe enough, and let his frame relax some. As he relaxed, he allowed himself to chuckle at the passing comment. He switched from a position of crawling to one of squatting. After all, he went through all this trouble to keep his suit clean and dry, if he put any part of it against the wet, muddy ground all two days of his hard work would have neen nullified. He folded his hands in front of his face and rest his elbows on his knees leaning forward some.

"And I can't seem to recall ordering fusion cuisine; However, we both sit here, dumbfounded by our discoveries." He retorted Amos's quip with one of his own, and punctuated it with a sly chuckle.
Pearl
He watched the masked man stare at him, up until the comment he made and then watched his frame relax. He tried, but wasn't quite able to follow suit yet. There was just something unsettling about having to confront someone crawling through the grass to your resting place, and only decent hearing had helped him keep track of him. He kept smiling despite his unease, keeping his hand at his side below the cloak with the nails extended. Better safe than sorry.

He did not lean back at The Drama leaned in, commenting on 'fusion cuisine' and raising his brows and smirking. "If that's some sort of pick up line, I'd rate it subpar at best. Besides, who am I to judge whatever it was my mother enjoyed?" Shrugging lightly. "Seems rude to judge the elders, doesn't it?" Though he didn't sound at all offended, more like some odd joke at perhaps his mother's expense. Letting out a breath he added, "But if you are here to drag me home by my ear, or back to anywhere I've been before, let me get some rest first. It takes a lot of energy to try and harass people into early graves."

Really, all he had sometimes was sass and that definitely showed. He paused briefly however, commenting, "Second person this week I've seen with a mask on. Curious, isn't it?"
Luis
The Drama listened to Amos, and chuckled some at the crude joke. After his chuckle, he mused in return to Amos, "It would be rude if there was judgment. My actions and words stem from morbid curiosity." He punctuated this duo of sentences with another chuckle.

Then, his posture changed to one of surprise. Another mask wearer? Perhaps he had made the mask... He knew, though, it wasn't him. After all, he'd never seen Amos before. Truly, it was curious.

"I assure you there is no connection. I have been rather occupied this week, and I assure you this is my first time laying eyes upon you." The Drama narrowed his eyes and his posture returned to a quizzical, peering one.

"What is your name?"
Pearl
"Well, plenty of that going around," He said with a sigh and shrug. "Though judge all you want, gods know I do." He leaned back slightly, resting his weight on his unclawed and exposed hand as he raises his brows. "Come sneaking up on odd looking, horned folks often do you? Or do I just attract that sort of attention? Goodness knows the last masked fellow had to have followed me halfway across the city before I turned around and got to know them."

The posture change was at least welcoming. So he didn't know Mr. Piggy. Good to know really, and somewhat of a relief that perhaps his own concerns were just a healthy sense of paranoia. It'd been a bit uncanny to get followed around somewhat secretly by *Two* Masked individuals, so maybe he would just have to assume he attracted that sort of attention.

Yep. Masked, sneaky folks. Could be worse.

"I suppose I'll have to take your word for it." He says before pausing, brows raised briefly at the question. "I'll trade you a name for a name if you want. Amos has worked long enough and I don't think I'm going to be varying from it anytime soon. So Amos. What about yourself?"
Luis
"Amos. My name is..." The Drama thought. In all the years Adrian has been playing his character he had never settled on a name. Some of his merchants he bought from new him as "Raphael", some strangers whom he happened to strike conversation with knew him as "Norman" Or "Tyler", but he had never truly identified with those names. They were masks on top of what he already wore, curtains draped in front of himself to hide his true self. He had never actually named himself though. Those who called him these fake names were often people who didn't know him close enough to deserve to call him by a true name. All of this he thought in an instant, though, as there was only a brief pause between the Drama's first utterance and his next.

"...Johnathan. You may call me John." He lied, his lie perfect and entirely opaque.

"You must excuse me, I do not talk to many people, and I do not get called by my name often. I tend to forget it until it's brought up." He lied again, right through his teeth. He punctuated what he thought to be a humorous statement with a few short chuckles. 

"Now, your comment about your mother—what was it? Ah, yes, it was in response to my quip about fusion cuisine—you spoke of your mother's tastes." The Drama smirked slyly underneath his mask and continued to speak.

"That comment is confusing to me. Amos, I don't believe you to be a product of interbreeding—far from it, actually; From this distance and after having looked at you for so long you almost certainly have the features of a purebred high elf." The Drama punctuated this with another series of chuckles before hitting the nail he's been setting on the head:

"Tell me, Amos: what *Are* You?"
Pearl
The pause was there and he, briefly, felt an urge to ask but let it pass. If he was lying as well and he pushed for honesty, well, then he just opened himself up for push back about his own lies. Better to let it lie than grasp at straws really. "John then. It's a pleasure to meet you, John." Then he smirked at the comment, head tilting. "You mean you crawl up through tall grass to others for conversation? Well now I don't feel nearly as special. Shame." With a mock tone of resignation but as the tension drained out of things, he finally let the claws retract into his hand. Once they were settled into place, he finally withdraws his hands from beneath the cloak.

See? Nothing to worry about, no weapons here.

"My mother, yes, don't know what she got around to but she sired three of us and apparently I was the odd one out," He said which was both true and untrue. He was the middle child between a younger and elder sibling, and that had been hell, but... Well, he earned most of it. "Oh, is it?" He said, brows raised and then laughing quietly as if the comment on what he looks like are somehow funny as The Drama pretty well nails what he is. In a way it was; One other person had asked him so bluntly what he was and he rather missed them.

Still, no reason to let it go yet.

"Well, you said you think I look like a High Elf. I suppose that works if it isn't going to get me drawn and quartered by you. I've been an Oni and plenty of other things as well. They all work really. I don't have many ties to any of them anymore."