[ silky has never known fear beyond one man. humans have always been kind, though in the latter half of his life, he has played things a bit closer to the chest. here, however, it seems there is a strange divide between his own world and this one. which means that the man he runs from isn't here. as he turns his head to the voice directed at him, telling him he shouldn't wear "that" in the open.
as he turns to examine her, she directs him to look at the plastic bag. peeking, his eyes go wide silently and he immediately begins to pulls his closely from his shoulders, beginning to wrap it protectively around itself, tucking it beneath an arm so he can access his device. he types a moment. ]
it's perf c:
as he turns to examine her, she directs him to look at the plastic bag. peeking, his eyes go wide silently and he immediately begins to pulls his closely from his shoulders, beginning to wrap it protectively around itself, tucking it beneath an arm so he can access his device. he types a moment. ]
I was hoping I had escaped that fear.
You're like me.
I haven't seen another in years.