12-13-2020, 01:24 AM
As the kitsune moved closer, Will would suddenly lift up his back, standing now instead of sitting. He rose his antlered head slightly, tilting it upwards and then began to dig the wrist of his paws into his eyes again. He inhaled gently, dropping the paw back down and then brought his head a little lower than before.
“Multiple different reasons. Being peaceful is both a weakness and curse, something Grey rather than black or white.” He utters, rolling his shoulder blades and looking over his shoulder. ”It seems I’ve come at an awkward time, then, hm?” He raises his blue irises upwards, only staring ahead but still not making any eye contact.
As the newer face appeared, Will turned his head in the slight opposite direction, feeling that wave of unease once again as his heart began to race between his ribs. He clears his throat just slightly, and he begins to sway just a bit before he begins a full fledged pacing. He couldn’t necessarily help it, he knows this, his anxiety getting the best of him and thus makes his movements way less controlled. He can hear a mental ticking in his head, quiet, but prominent, and it only seems to make his pacing quicker.
”My apologies, my name is-“ He hesitates once again, movements stilling before he sits down once again. Should he use his real name? Every time he came across a new group, he would give an alias. Made him harder to track. But then again, he’d been traveling for two years, he was sure he was far away from where he once came from.
His ears droop again as he thinks of home; a brief, glittering thought and all the kids, loved ones, partners even, that he had left behind for some journey he wasn’t even sure he wanted to have any longer. All for that seemingly unreachable need and longing to finally fit in somewhere.
Shaking his head slightly, he tries to refocus his thoughts. A name. What is a name to him? He always had identity issues anyways, what happened if he want back to his origin name? What happens if it grows to be tasteless on his tongue?
”Will.” He says finally, heart thumping harshly in his chest. ”My name is Will Graham. I uh...” He stammers again, huffing softly in annoyance at such. ”I just need somewhere to stay for a night or two. I’ve been traveling for days to get here.”
“Multiple different reasons. Being peaceful is both a weakness and curse, something Grey rather than black or white.” He utters, rolling his shoulder blades and looking over his shoulder. ”It seems I’ve come at an awkward time, then, hm?” He raises his blue irises upwards, only staring ahead but still not making any eye contact.
As the newer face appeared, Will turned his head in the slight opposite direction, feeling that wave of unease once again as his heart began to race between his ribs. He clears his throat just slightly, and he begins to sway just a bit before he begins a full fledged pacing. He couldn’t necessarily help it, he knows this, his anxiety getting the best of him and thus makes his movements way less controlled. He can hear a mental ticking in his head, quiet, but prominent, and it only seems to make his pacing quicker.
”My apologies, my name is-“ He hesitates once again, movements stilling before he sits down once again. Should he use his real name? Every time he came across a new group, he would give an alias. Made him harder to track. But then again, he’d been traveling for two years, he was sure he was far away from where he once came from.
His ears droop again as he thinks of home; a brief, glittering thought and all the kids, loved ones, partners even, that he had left behind for some journey he wasn’t even sure he wanted to have any longer. All for that seemingly unreachable need and longing to finally fit in somewhere.
Shaking his head slightly, he tries to refocus his thoughts. A name. What is a name to him? He always had identity issues anyways, what happened if he want back to his origin name? What happens if it grows to be tasteless on his tongue?
”Will.” He says finally, heart thumping harshly in his chest. ”My name is Will Graham. I uh...” He stammers again, huffing softly in annoyance at such. ”I just need somewhere to stay for a night or two. I’ve been traveling for days to get here.”