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there's an awkward pause that follows the strawberry blondes words. his mouth hangs open in surprise before, after too long of a second, it shuts. the hand gripping his satchel strap tightens as his heterochromic eyes travel far up, and up, and up.

his posture straightens, he blinks, then carefully:

⚘ "you're... not a fair maiden."

~ @senpaiofficial // 💖

Whitty flinched hearing the voice, turning quickly and looking down, making eye contact with the anime boy, his fuse twitching like a bug’s antennae trying to scout out threats.

After a moment, he seemed to conclude there were no threats, nothing threatening about the smaller man.

“ … No, I’m not, “ he replied, slowly.

“ You okay …? You look .. lost. Not a lot of people around these parts who look as … well, bright as you do. Ah!- Not in a weird way! I just meant a lot of people here are a lot less vibrant- “ He trailed off, face flushing a light embarrassed orange.

“ … I promise I’m not a creep. “

the sound is not meant to be cruel or mocking, with the tips of his fingers touching his lips as if to hide it was him who made the noise. he wouldn't want to make a bad first impression, would he?

the twinkle in his eye betrays his curiosity.

⚘ "hm. I didn't think you were."

senpai does stick out here, he agrees silently, and perhaps he is a little lost. does he know how he found himself here? no. but he finds himself not as worried as he usually would be. instead, he's fascinated.

he can't stop how his head tilts. carefully eyeing the strangers state of dress and drinking him in. without real thought, he speaks:

⚘ "do you always act this adorably nervous around strangers? or am i a special case?"

At the question of acting “adorably nervous”, the bomb-head shoved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders trembling with nothing short of sheer flustered disappointment in himself and his horrible social skills. He did admit, though… normally he didn’t get this flustered.

“ You- uh … .. no ..? “ he replied hesitantly, still nervous. “ I’ve .. been told by a couple people that I’m … er .. “

He trailed off, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

“ … Socially awkward, if that .. if that makes any sense. “

a part of him couldn't help but feel a sense of gratification watching the display. knowing that even the simplest of his compliments could fluster another this greatly. it was motivating.

and he was patient, of course, as the other male—with introductions yet to be made—stuttered through his words. his voice was a little raspy, deep, and perhaps a little... smokey? his eyes, too, appeared to glow from the shadows of his large hood, a deep amber colour that senpai found lovely... maybe that's what fascinated him.

⚘ "it... does. but I don't think that's a terrible thing to be." he spoke sweetly, "you seem more careful, than awkward, if i'm speaking truthfully. and for what its worth, i find you rather easy to talk to. even if it's been me coming on too strong—which, i apologise for."

he offers an instinctive and polite dip of his head to the other man; when he rises, the blonde can't help himself but beam positively.

⚘ "oh my. where are my manners?" he extends a gentle hand to abandon holding onto his satchel strap. "my name's senpai. i... am not from around here. ah, and you are?"

If anything, that gentleness added on to his already unexpected personality, which, in turn, made him more.. charming? Yeah, charming.

“ Really? “ he questioned. The more the anime boy spoke, the more he began pulling his hood back down, and the more the flush faded.

“ It’s … fine. Really, I don’t mind, I prefer others do all the talking .. “ a slight confused look crossed his face at he bow, but the bomb-head didn’t question it.

He stared at the outstretched hand for a moment, soaking in the words before he grabbed and shook the hand, his skin cold against Senpai’s hand, almost like metal.

“ Name’s Whitty. I can .. definitely tell your not from around here … uh! That’s not a bad thing— I just- I phrased that wrong- damnit … “

surprise was clear, quickly looking down at where they were connected, before he swiftly recovered.

whitty's hands were cold, colder than he imagined, and large. dwarfing his hand in a light, but responsive, hold. with an intentional pressure added. the standard two-pump method melted away, but the younger man wasn't repelled. in fact, he was a little pleased that their handshake seemed to linger longer than necessary.

⚘ at the larger's stammering to correct himself made senpai's natural smile grow. "no need to stress. i understood you just fine, dear. i know i have a tendency too... ah, sparkle. and draw attention to myself without meaning to."

senpai, after maybe a second of hesitation, broke up their handshake. brushing a few wrinkles out of his blue shirt. all the while, the natural flush on his cheeks seemed to darken.

⚘ "while i may not know where i am, i do know that i'm grateful to meet you, whitty." his words were beyond sincere. then, he joked. "what a miracle it is i wasn't mugged, hm?"

there's an awkward pause that follows the strawberry blondes words. his mouth hangs open in surprise before, after too long of a second, it shuts. the hand gripping his satchel strap tightens as his heterochromic eyes travel far up, and up, and up.

his posture straightens, he blinks, then carefully:

⚘ "you're... not a fair maiden."

~ @senpaiofficial // 💖

Whitty flinched hearing the voice, turning quickly and looking down, making eye contact with the anime boy, his fuse twitching like a bug’s antennae trying to scout out threats.

After a moment, he seemed to conclude there were no threats, nothing threatening about the smaller man.

“ … No, I’m not, “ he replied, slowly.

“ You okay …? You look .. lost. Not a lot of people around these parts who look as … well, bright as you do. Ah!- Not in a weird way! I just meant a lot of people here are a lot less vibrant- “ He trailed off, face flushing a light embarrassed orange.

“ … I promise I’m not a creep. “

the sound is not meant to be cruel or mocking, with the tips of his fingers touching his lips as if to hide it was him who made the noise. he wouldn't want to make a bad first impression, would he?

the twinkle in his eye betrays his curiosity.

⚘ "hm. I didn't think you were."

senpai does stick out here, he agrees silently, and perhaps he is a little lost. does he know how he found himself here? no. but he finds himself not as worried as he usually would be. instead, he's fascinated.

he can't stop how his head tilts. carefully eyeing the strangers state of dress and drinking him in. without real thought, he speaks:

⚘ "do you always act this adorably nervous around strangers? or am i a special case?"

At the question of acting “adorably nervous”, the bomb-head shoved his hands into his pockets, his shoulders trembling with nothing short of sheer flustered disappointment in himself and his horrible social skills. He did admit, though… normally he didn’t get this flustered.

“ You- uh … .. no ..? “ he replied hesitantly, still nervous. “ I’ve .. been told by a couple people that I’m … er .. “

He trailed off, giving a small shrug of his shoulders.

“ … Socially awkward, if that .. if that makes any sense. “

a part of him couldn't help but feel a sense of gratification watching the display. knowing that even the simplest of his compliments could fluster another this greatly. it was motivating.

and he was patient, of course, as the other male—with introductions yet to be made—stuttered through his words. his voice was a little raspy, deep, and perhaps a little... smokey? his eyes, too, appeared to glow from the shadows of his large hood, a deep amber colour that senpai found lovely... maybe that's what fascinated him.

⚘ "it... does. but I don't think that's a terrible thing to be." he spoke sweetly, "you seem more careful, than awkward, if i'm speaking truthfully. and for what its worth, i find you rather easy to talk to. even if it's been me coming on too strong—which, i apologise for."

he offers an instinctive and polite dip of his head to the other man; when he rises, the blonde can't help himself but beam positively.

⚘ "oh my. where are my manners?" he extends a gentle hand to abandon holding onto his satchel strap. "my name's senpai. i... am not from around here. ah, and you are?"

there's an awkward pause that follows the strawberry blondes words. his mouth hangs open in surprise before, after too long of a second, it shuts. the hand gripping his satchel strap tightens as his heterochromic eyes travel far up, and up, and up.

his posture straightens, he blinks, then carefully:

⚘ "you're... not a fair maiden."

~ @senpaiofficial // 💖

Whitty flinched hearing the voice, turning quickly and looking down, making eye contact with the anime boy, his fuse twitching like a bug’s antennae trying to scout out threats.

After a moment, he seemed to conclude there were no threats, nothing threatening about the smaller man.

“ … No, I’m not, “ he replied, slowly.

“ You okay …? You look .. lost. Not a lot of people around these parts who look as … well, bright as you do. Ah!- Not in a weird way! I just meant a lot of people here are a lot less vibrant- “ He trailed off, face flushing a light embarrassed orange.

“ … I promise I’m not a creep. “

the sound is not meant to be cruel or mocking, with the tips of his fingers touching his lips as if to hide it was him who made the noise. he wouldn't want to make a bad first impression, would he?

the twinkle in his eye betrays his curiosity.

⚘ "hm. I didn't think you were."

senpai does stick out here, he agrees silently, and perhaps he is a little lost. does he know how he found himself here? no. but he finds himself not as worried as he usually would be. instead, he's fascinated.

he can't stop how his head tilts. carefully eyeing the strangers state of dress and drinking him in. without real thought, he speaks:

⚘ "do you always act this adorably nervous around strangers? or am i a special case?"