One of the town's better qualities was the fact that it was located so close to the shoreline. Aside from that, though, a lot of the area was much the same as every other place he had been in. Small, bustling, crowded at times, -- and while he didn't really mind the crowds, it did get to be a pain to jostle his way through them -- the town was very much familiar and yet completely different to him. The people had become a backdrop of society and for the most part he kept to himself, content to live out the rest of his days in solitude until he was needed. A few odd jobs here and there ensured he stayed rich enough to get by in life, and he was happy with that.
The air is somewhat chilly, a cool breeze permeating the warmth of the morning sun every once in a while. He is outside, seated in a corner table in front of a quaint little cafe enjoying an equally quaint breakfast when he sees the figure way off in the distance. Already there are whispers all about him, scandalized gossip over the youth's choice in clothes and what sort of
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Akito doesn't know what do expect when he catches a flash of someone walking toward him. He may be mute now, but he isn't blind nor deaf - he hears the gossip about him and sees the looks he's getting, but he can ignore it. He can feel the air on his now-dry skin and grasping at his hair and not even the pain of a thousand daggers or the gossip of a whole town can take that away from him.
It takes him a moment to realize that he's being spoken to and not of this time. That this man is addressing him - asking if he needs help. But does he need help? How can he even ask for it if he does? Unsure of how to answer, Akito simply clutches his tatters closer around him as he smiles just a touch sheepishly (strained) with a small nod of his head.
He thinks he needs those fabrics the other earth beings are wearing. Maybe then they will stop staring at him with such judgmental eyes.
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Ah, Uru thinks, eyes lighting up in recognition. Can he not speak?
He doesn't deal with this sort of thing often, and for a few moments is unsure of what to do with himself. At the nod, he nods in return, and once more his gaze falls on the trail of bloody footprints left behind in the boy's wake. It looked like they were coming from the coast... perhaps he'd stepped on some broken glass? With no shoes, it was certainly a possibility.
"I have a room," he states, calmly watching the boy's face for any change in his expression. "It's in town, not too far. Could you make it if you had to walk?"
Close as they are, he's able to see the delicate features of the one before him and he can't help but be taken aback. There is an almost gentle fragility to the youth -- though perhaps that was something that could be credited to Uru's own understanding of humans -- that he is compelled not to ignore, under any circumstance.
It's an odd feeling, really, and one he has difficulty identifying.
[ ooc; haha don't tell me you love my tl;dr, I
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A room? That isn't what he needs, he doesn't think, but if there will be less staring eyes Akito will gladly accept it. The pain in his new limbs is at a point that he can just ignore it - he's felt worse pain before - and his legs are strong despite being so new that he can nod with no uncertainty. All he wants to do is keep moving and taking in all these new sights. He thinks he could walk all day and night if he had to, and still not be tired.
A breeze blows past him again, though this time it brings some sky-sand with it, tickling his nose in an unfamiliar way. He sneezes, terrifying himself. Whatever the sensation was it wasn't harmful, at least. His body was still working fine. Akito crinkles his nose once the shock wears off, wondering if the air will make him do that a lot.
[ooc: it's better than 1-2 sentences for every tag, at least! I like a nice, happy medium myself. Like a couple paragraphs or something. ;D]
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The air is somewhat chilly, a cool breeze permeating the warmth of the morning sun every once in a while. He is outside, seated in a corner table in front of a quaint little cafe enjoying an equally quaint breakfast when he sees the figure way off in the distance. Already there are whispers all about him, scandalized gossip over the youth's choice in clothes and what sort of ( ... )
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It takes him a moment to realize that he's being spoken to and not of this time. That this man is addressing him - asking if he needs help. But does he need help? How can he even ask for it if he does? Unsure of how to answer, Akito simply clutches his tatters closer around him as he smiles just a touch sheepishly (strained) with a small nod of his head.
He thinks he needs those fabrics the other earth beings are wearing. Maybe then they will stop staring at him with such judgmental eyes.
[ooc: I love obscure fandoms! And tl;dr! And aosdighasdg I-I am so glad sgoiahs ♥ I've hit a small slump the past few days so sorry for any late/lame tags. I'm ( ... )
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He doesn't deal with this sort of thing often, and for a few moments is unsure of what to do with himself. At the nod, he nods in return, and once more his gaze falls on the trail of bloody footprints left behind in the boy's wake. It looked like they were coming from the coast... perhaps he'd stepped on some broken glass? With no shoes, it was certainly a possibility.
"I have a room," he states, calmly watching the boy's face for any change in his expression. "It's in town, not too far. Could you make it if you had to walk?"
Close as they are, he's able to see the delicate features of the one before him and he can't help but be taken aback. There is an almost gentle fragility to the youth -- though perhaps that was something that could be credited to Uru's own understanding of humans -- that he is compelled not to ignore, under any circumstance.
It's an odd feeling, really, and one he has difficulty identifying.
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A breeze blows past him again, though this time it brings some sky-sand with it, tickling his nose in an unfamiliar way. He sneezes, terrifying himself. Whatever the sensation was it wasn't harmful, at least. His body was still working fine. Akito crinkles his nose once the shock wears off, wondering if the air will make him do that a lot.
[ooc: it's better than 1-2 sentences for every tag, at least! I like a nice, happy medium myself. Like a couple paragraphs or something. ;D]
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