I CANNOT RUN FROM MY FAMILY | o, joining

[Bell]

Luckily, Bell wasn't one to frighten easily. Rather, he was more apathetic, often finding it hard to express emotions other than mild discomfort. So mild discomfort was the only thing that appeared on his face as Freyja spoke up behind him, prompting him to turn to stare at her blankly from beneath effeminate lashes. He did back up a couple paces though, unsettled by the lack of distance between them. He didn't get an opportunity to respond to the barrage of questions flung at him, for soon another appeared. And then another. Quite an... eccentric bunch, but it would be hypocritical of Bell to complain. The last one to appear was certainly the most intimidating in stature, and Bell's periwinkle gaze lingered on the beast before flitting back to Freyja. She was the first to appear, after all.

Bell paused for a moment before speaking, smiling a polite smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I don't think I'm a mutant," he responded honestly. But then again, that depended quite heavily on their definition of 'mutant'. Bell did have a couple qualities that weren't quite normal - namely the flowers that thrived on his blood. That was quite personal though, and the young fox didn't see a need to bring it up in conversation just yet. "But, um, I'm not sure about the other thing." What was the Tanglewood, anyway? He assumed it was the name of the group he had sensed earlier, but his assumptions often led him astray. "Are you like... a gang or something? I guess I could stay for a while, if that's the case." He had never thought much about joining a group, but that was because he was always focusing too heavily on the ground in front of him, wandering mindlessly until he passed out and then getting up and walking again once his body had recovered. Perhaps it would be better for him to find a place to stay.

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