Ohh this.. What was he even suppose to say to this.. Usually Orpheus was an honest man, sometimes there'd be that snarky tone (intentionally or unintentionally) when he was reviewing something, but based on the current circumstances, it felt like any word that was about to leave his lips was going to be an unintentional insult. As if what he was looking at wasn't an insult to writing itself..

When you mentioned that you needed him to double check your writing of course he was more than happy to, he wasn't expecting anything too good since for all he knew maybe this was possibly your first time at it. He hadn't seen any work from you prior to this so he was expecting maybe beginner level work, nothing a couple light pushes to the right direction to couldn't fix. But the further he read, the more his eyes ran over the inked.. 'words' in front of him, his fingers only disappeared deeper behind his locks of hair, tapping his head idly like he was trying to loose any cogs inside that may of been disrupting his ability to read because surely this couldn't actually be the writing of a human right.

"W... ahem well. This is certainly.. Very.. Different, to the usual things I read.." Orpheus just about managed to get those words out. Maybe there was something he could do to salvage this, yet the further he read, the more he came to terms with the fact he was going to have to tell you head on this was writing was absolutely outrageous. No words of encouragement would fix this.. Not like he should be doing that anyways! Nobody should be encouraging this!

Closing the book, he placed it down next to his arm. Rubbing his head to free those scrabble of words that had entered his brain. "..Think I need to moment to uh.. Truly process this 'interesting' work you've introduced to me.. You really wrote that all? Yourself? Don't worry, I can tell. Did you.. Have an inspiration for this?"