#depenndable 01

"Look out!" He shouts, but he is simply going too fast for it to matter much, probably.

Incoming collision in 3... 2... 1—

There are a lot of things Wes can predict, but being transported somewhere entirely new was on the smallest, most improbable of probabilities. Similar to how, yes, reasonably, there is a percentage chance for an elephant to drop out of the sky and crush you whole—but the chance is so miniscule that it'd never happen. And yet, here he was, turning over an assortment of leaves and twigs he's gathered in a manner that makes him look like a lunatic to the average passerby; crouched down in the dirt and shifting them about with a hand. Fossils, plants that had thought to have vanished without a trace with the old world—all here, beneath his calloused fingertips, standing strong and tall as though the end times never came. Like his entire life had passed by in a fever dream. Even more baffling were the genuses of plants that, as far as he can tell, shouldn't exist. Mocking him with their vibrantly colored leaves, not only defying expectation, but thriving in it.

“Look, I— well, I know it can raise a lot of questions but um, of course my horns are real.” Although the situation gives him some anxiety, so he has his hands in place to protect them from any staring— or potentially having anyone try to touch them to see if he was being truthful.

Then again, a stranger who he can’t quite get a read on is probably not helping him feel any better about this encounter. He tries for a smile even if it comes off as half-hearted, trying to at least not seem so awkward or uneasy himself. “Did you, um. Sorry, I mean to say… Was that all?”