The girl startles him with her scolding and he turns his head, sharply at first before looking at her with a sheepish gaze, pawing at his neck. Well shit, he didn't mean to mess anything up for her... For a few minutes he stares at her, fingers damp and curled into his palm as he observes her. Just a girl sitting by the lake's lush grass with some utensils for drawing and a pad of paper in her lap. Even with the annoyed look on her face, she still almost bore that peaceful kind of air he wished he could touch.
The anger, however, seems to end as quickly as it came from her, shifting into something amiable that makes his blood run warm again instead of cool with anxiety. The last thing he wants to do is cross someone the wrong way here. He's still new and enemies aren't something he wants to have to deal with on his first week in.
Playing nice was apart of the deal.
Picking his way slowly through the soft earth and stones by the lake's edge, he offers her a smile, turning it down to the ground quickly, as if to perhaps hide it.
Make friends, he tells himself. Like back home. Just... make friends.
"Anri," he says, worrying his lip briefly between his teeth as he stands before her spot and drops himself down unceremoniously. He's all limbs really, tall, but collapsible, his brown hair messy on his head and falling into his eyes. "I'm new here too so... we can be new together, yeah?" He draws his fingers together, rubbing them over his knuckles slowly. The Swedish accent of his is very light, but there. Both of them are out of their element, it seems, far from home no doubt.
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The anger, however, seems to end as quickly as it came from her, shifting into something amiable that makes his blood run warm again instead of cool with anxiety. The last thing he wants to do is cross someone the wrong way here. He's still new and enemies aren't something he wants to have to deal with on his first week in.
Playing nice was apart of the deal.
Picking his way slowly through the soft earth and stones by the lake's edge, he offers her a smile, turning it down to the ground quickly, as if to perhaps hide it.
Make friends, he tells himself. Like back home. Just... make friends.
"Anri," he says, worrying his lip briefly between his teeth as he stands before her spot and drops himself down unceremoniously. He's all limbs really, tall, but collapsible, his brown hair messy on his head and falling into his eyes. "I'm new here too so... we can be new together, yeah?" He draws his fingers together, rubbing them over his knuckles slowly. The Swedish accent of his is very light, but there. Both of them are out of their element, it seems, far from home no doubt.
"Esperanza's a mouthful."
He also slaughters the pronunciation. Sorry.