Albel already had trouble trusting people and having to be reminded by the voice he'd heard upon awakening that he couldn't trust anyone was enough to leave him almost completely sleep deprived. He had managed to find a few suitable areas to rest without interruption, but only briefly. There were just far too many people here.
His gait was usually refined, but now sloppy from a lack of sleep; almost tripping over the hem of his sarong every now and then. This shouldn't have been a problem but the manner he'd tied it caused the cloth to drag awkwardly along the side his heel. It was too much of a nuisance either way; it was a miracle he'd even bothered with it at all. Judging by his current state, it wouldn't have been wrong to assume he was intoxicated despite not being so.
It really wasn't much of a surprise to him, and probably to the onlookers around them, that he'd managed to collide with someone. Finally slipping over the garment he'd been too lazy to tire properly and conveniently falling right into the girl in front of him. Luckily enough for him, when they fell, he wasn't the one to hit the floor; rather, Albel lands on his knees, head rested against the other's shoulder. Which is far more comfortable than where he had been napping. Admittedly, he nearly considered just staying there.
Ah right. He couldn't trust anyone here. Especially not enough to use them as a pillow. He sits up, staring at her blankly before yawning. Mood as foul as always, if not more so than usual, finding no particular reason to brighten up simply for being in the presence of another person. Especially not after she had so rudely bumped into him! Even though, it was mostly... entirely his fault. Minor details didn't matter, after all.
❝ Aren't you going to apologize, fool? ❞
