( he doesn't sound like he has any problems with that--in fact, it works well enough for him. it means he doesn't have to pretend like he has any idea where they're going or where the walk might take them; instead he waits, patiently, for her arm to link in with his, and once secure, he gives a soft nod, as though announcing that they'll be moving together.
--although, even as he pivots them onto what could be considered the walkway that winds itself up around near all the businesses in the distance, he swings his gaze to look at her, like he's realized something peculiar. )
'Don't usually stick on the ground floor'... ( he repeats it thoughtfully--and in this, at least, his loud voice has taken a calmer volume, still robust and warm. ) You do not often walk, is it? You are capable of other things?
( it wouldn't be entirely shocking, although he doesn't know a damn thing about vampires--has never heard of them since meeting her, truly. as his gaze focuses on her, he realizes, abruptly, that he's staring more than usual; slowly, his eyes slide back to focus on the path that they're walking.
the buildings are beautiful, at least. they remind him, vaguely, of home, of somewhere lively and bright, the lanterned roofs of the entertainment district. it's that thought that has him wondering aloud, thoughtful and calm: )
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( he doesn't sound like he has any problems with that--in fact, it works well enough for him. it means he doesn't have to pretend like he has any idea where they're going or where the walk might take them; instead he waits, patiently, for her arm to link in with his, and once secure, he gives a soft nod, as though announcing that they'll be moving together.
--although, even as he pivots them onto what could be considered the walkway that winds itself up around near all the businesses in the distance, he swings his gaze to look at her, like he's realized something peculiar. )
'Don't usually stick on the ground floor'... ( he repeats it thoughtfully--and in this, at least, his loud voice has taken a calmer volume, still robust and warm. ) You do not often walk, is it? You are capable of other things?
( it wouldn't be entirely shocking, although he doesn't know a damn thing about vampires--has never heard of them since meeting her, truly. as his gaze focuses on her, he realizes, abruptly, that he's staring more than usual; slowly, his eyes slide back to focus on the path that they're walking.
the buildings are beautiful, at least. they remind him, vaguely, of home, of somewhere lively and bright, the lanterned roofs of the entertainment district. it's that thought that has him wondering aloud, thoughtful and calm: )
They might serve good tea around here...