[ There's no use in standing around, smile slowly deflating once it's no longer necessary to show that he's polite. That's how interactions work: sometimes you do certain things to please people, then let go when the moment has passed. ]
Right. [ Very aware of how naked he is again — and how annoying it's going to be to walk on unfriendly grounds hoping it leads him somewhere — he turns his back and belatedly remembers to say ] Thank you, [ Before he's out of sight. ]
[ Later, after someone has handed over a poncho and he's miraculously tracked down the boarding house, Noth is making himself small in ill-fitting clothes, wondering who it's safe or appropriate to approach for questions. There aren't that many people at this hour, turns out. Or maybe there aren't that many people living here in the first place. It looks … relatively well-kept; not nearly as nice as Louise's house, not a lot better than when he was trapped with Agate, but leagues above a prison outside reality.
Alas, the shoes can't fix the assortment of scratches he collected on the way, so he goes back to the common room and sits there, slouched with a blank stare. There's no movement outside of blinking and breathing, which will probably be an unnerving sight to whoever ends up walking in. ]
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Right. [ Very aware of how naked he is again — and how annoying it's going to be to walk on unfriendly grounds hoping it leads him somewhere — he turns his back and belatedly remembers to say ] Thank you, [ Before he's out of sight. ]
[ Later, after someone has handed over a poncho and he's miraculously tracked down the boarding house, Noth is making himself small in ill-fitting clothes, wondering who it's safe or appropriate to approach for questions. There aren't that many people at this hour, turns out. Or maybe there aren't that many people living here in the first place. It looks … relatively well-kept; not nearly as nice as Louise's house, not a lot better than when he was trapped with Agate, but leagues above a prison outside reality.
Alas, the shoes can't fix the assortment of scratches he collected on the way, so he goes back to the common room and sits there, slouched with a blank stare. There's no movement outside of blinking and breathing, which will probably be an unnerving sight to whoever ends up walking in. ]