Sɪɴᴅʀɪ / Hᴀʟғ-ʙᴏʀɴ / Oᴘᴇɴ / Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ: Joel Strix, Vasco, & Matthias
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"I'm sorry," he apologized again. At least his stomach didn't feel like it would phase right out of him now. He still held on to the dock's rope edge, but he let his hands relax slightly, knowing that at least someone from the Task Force knew where he was.
"I- I should be fine now, sorry," he answered quickly. He might as well consider "rapidfire apologizing" as his occupation. He certainly excelled much more at that than anything else today. He wondered whether it would be ill-thought-through to tell that he'd lost track of his group. As friendly as the gargantuan man seemed, it didn't sit well to imply that he had minimal contact with help should he need it.
"I'm just looking for my boyfriend," he explained shyly, only withholding the fact that he meant to see him off on his voyage, and that he'd managed to get separated from him in the perhaps ten minutes they'd been at the dock for. He quickly swept his silvery-white bangs away from his eyes, feeling considerably less paralyzed, if not entirely at ease, by comparison to moments before.
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"I'm sorry," he apologized again. At least his stomach didn't feel like it would phase right out of him now. He still held on to the dock's rope edge, but he let his hands relax slightly, knowing that at least someone from the Task Force knew where he was.
"I- I should be fine now, sorry," he answered quickly. He might as well consider "rapidfire apologizing" as his occupation. He certainly excelled much more at that than anything else today. He wondered whether it would be ill-thought-through to tell that he'd lost track of his group. As friendly as the gargantuan man seemed, it didn't sit well to imply that he had minimal contact with help should he need it.
"I'm just looking for my boyfriend," he explained shyly, only withholding the fact that he meant to see him off on his voyage, and that he'd managed to get separated from him in the perhaps ten minutes they'd been at the dock for. He quickly swept his silvery-white bangs away from his eyes, feeling considerably less paralyzed, if not entirely at ease, by comparison to moments before.