GREET ME WITH A HUG / wormwood

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i heard you were looking like the moon — tags

Honestly, the boy likely could wait a very long time without growing very bored. Sitting around waiting is how he had to spend a lot of his life, too. There would be days he didn't get to do anything at all. He's become a master of finding something from nothing. Like the tiny ants, travelling across the floors, the slight smells of the town, a leaf floating around in a gentle breeze, carelessly making its way around. Pawsteps of a squirrel travelling through the brush, its tail twitching to remain alert. Things are always happening and, to him, that was entertaining enough. If nothing else, it was fascinating and still so new. All of it was still so foreign. Life, in general, was something he is not used to coexisting with - besides the ones that had always been there. Right now, they were simply blurred faces and vague feelings.

However, it would seem he would not have to wait long at all, as his ears prick and swivel towards the sound of a door opening. He turns his head quickly at first, attentive, before slowly easing into a neutral state, blinking towards Worm. He is almost a little embarrassed now, unsure if he is bothering the male by being here. But, it was certainly too late to go back now. Instead of being greeted with any confusion or displease towards his presence, he is offered something he had not expected. A tour?

Oh, yes, he had offered that, when his flames had first gone out...

"Oh, that would be...nice." The boy would say quietly with a nod, his head tilting slightly. "Um, if you would like to, I mean!" He adds on quickly after, his tail twitching as he does. He needn't trouble anyone, and he should think twice before accepting such polite gestures.

Perhaps this could be his chance to get to know the town a bit better. Maybe it will be easier to include himself, too.