12-28-2019, 04:13 AM
Shit, okay, he did something wrong, or something - frankly, he was a little rattled by the pure disgust on the child's face. It gave him an irrational fear that he was about to be persecuted, which was silly, because he could easily thrash the tiny one in a fight, by his analysis. What did he do? Was it the way he talked? Not much he could do in that department, unless he practiced not calling people subjects - though he supposed he could start doing that now. Maybe he was just offended by the whole spider thing, which would be... unfortunate. Very much so. He didn't like the idea of someone disliking him for the way he looked. He didn't care that much, but it made him... not uncomfortable, and not angry, but some in-between, some form of irritated, like someone was playing jazz at 2 AM (even if he never slept, it would still drive him insane). It was an itch he had to scratch, and to scratch it he had to fix the problem - and the best way to get over your fears was exposure therapy.
Aurum and Roy popped up after him, the former leaving, which he considered a cowardly move due to his new stance on Piers, and the latter actually making some leeway in befriending the child. Why was that, he wondered? The child-like attitude of subject - rather, not subject, but just Roy? Or perhaps his nervous manner of existence? The best route would be if it was what he said - the idea that certain words could influence how people reacted was very intriguing to him. He would have to research it later. Regardless, Roy was here, his father was leaving, leaving him and two kids to figure out, one of which he was on good terms with, the other... well, not yet.
"Has self offended... you, in some way?" he asked, the pronoun an awkward fit on his metaphorical tongue, but the question lingering in the air all the same. He wouldn't give up without a fight. No good scientist would.
Aurum and Roy popped up after him, the former leaving, which he considered a cowardly move due to his new stance on Piers, and the latter actually making some leeway in befriending the child. Why was that, he wondered? The child-like attitude of subject - rather, not subject, but just Roy? Or perhaps his nervous manner of existence? The best route would be if it was what he said - the idea that certain words could influence how people reacted was very intriguing to him. He would have to research it later. Regardless, Roy was here, his father was leaving, leaving him and two kids to figure out, one of which he was on good terms with, the other... well, not yet.
"Has self offended... you, in some way?" he asked, the pronoun an awkward fit on his metaphorical tongue, but the question lingering in the air all the same. He wouldn't give up without a fight. No good scientist would.
tags - "speech"