#ryanchat

{♣}—Ryan twitched his fingers as he looked at the ground. He was always nervous on bus rides - the strangers gave him anxiety. He felt the seat adjust from another person sitting next to him. The hairs on his neck prickled as he turned to look at the other person his brows furrowing - he must have looked for a long time because the other person’s gaze shifted on him.

    “Oh... hello. Sorry, I just... sorry.” He said, his cheeks a deep shade of red as he looked back at his feet. “I didn’t mean to stare.”

{♣}—Ryan had taken Mary to the park for the evening.  She loved being here during the Summer months, and Ryan thought it was good to get her out of the house.  He was, however, more vigilant than most of the other young parents.  Partly from how protective he was of her, and mostly because his heart welled with pride whenever he watched her laughing and playing, carefree and whimsical.  It made everything seem right.  When a girl sat next to him on the bench, of course he didn’t notice.  Until he leaned back and caught glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, which made him jump, before settling.

    “Oh, sorry, didn’t see you there.  I was preoccupied.”  He said, laughing for a moment, before watching his daughter, a big smile on his face.

{♣}-Ryan wrung his hands together, worrying his lip with his teeth as he stared blankly at the person before him. Blank wasn’t really appropriate - no, blank implies no emotion. The emotion on Ryan’s face was clearly one of intense anxiety. He finally leaned back in his chair.

Starter for @vitrexanima

{♣}—Ryan muttered under his breath as he dropped to his knees and examined his daughter, fussing over her in French. He looked up at the man whom she’d been tugging at the pant leg of and gave him an apologetic look.

{♣}—Ryan wasn’t typically the type to strike up conversations with random strangers - not when he could help it. The park was lovely as ever, and Ryan was trying his best to keep himself calm and even as he approached this perfect stranger to, as his therapist would say, ‘break out of his protective shell.’ He still questioned what this would achieve - after all the person standing before him could be dangerous.

    “Uhm hello,” the boy said in his softly lilting accent, his grey eyes locked on the other.  He awkwardly and sharply rose his hand for the other to shake. “I’m Ryan - you seem like a nice person, and I would like to get to know you.” He said, his voice stiff and uncomfortable. He hoped that the other wasn’t going to pick up on that.

{♣}—Ryan tapped gently on the other’s shoulder, clearly looking terrified to be talking to the person before him.

    “Uhm.. uh, hello? Have you seen a wallet lying around here?  The last place I saw it was around here and I’ve been freaking out since I lost it.”  He said, his clothes were slightly rustled and there was dirt on the knees of his pants, probably from scrounging around on the ground for his wallet.

{♣}—Ryan was sitting nervously outside a motel he couldn’t afford dressed head to toe in thick wool.  He was worried about the night, it was supposed to snow and he didn’t have any shelter for the night.

{♣}—"I am so sorry.”  Ryan said, after running into someone.  He was very rattily dressed and seemed not entirely in the zone.  “I-I... was not entirely paying attention.”