-- ever reacted to a place she was unfamiliar with.
"Please, then we can watch the birds too," chirping excitedly, taking her soda into her hand and tucking it under her arm for safe keeping.
So considerate, of every little thing, and it was hard not to notice the great care he took, shortening his strides so she could keep up, minding her every step and matching his own to her rhythm, holding her close so she didn't get too overwhelmed. It was like every piece of --
Tod led her outside , mindful that he didn't take strides as he walked to make sure he didn't trip over Ellie , he didn't want that !
Once outside he handed her the soda with a beaming smile , โYou did so well in there , โ even though she was quiet , awkward , he praised โ
- adverting her gaze a moment, scrunching her face up a little in thought. He had made it easy, so much easier than she had anticpated. No heart racing, or panic, no sensations of walls closing in or voices fading in and out as she spiralled, if anything, it was the least she'd--
@SKlNAMARINK 'Several. Father used to make special ones at christmas, with orange peel and candied lemon.'
Similarity strikes again, in the form of not quite being one for food. Perhaps it was another thing for them to fondly bond over.
'I like the plain ones best though.'
@cherryregals A few confused blinks, pointing to herself as if to confirm it was her indeed the mayor was talking to. Then a few timid steps forward, reaching for Regina's hand.
@SKlNAMARINK 'I made them for you, silly. They are all yours.'
Gently pushing the tin closer, ambling over to perch on the desk next to him, smiling away every so happily, swinging her legs a little.
'Maybe, I can make more tonight, if you want? Or a different kind.'
There was a strange comfort to be found in meeting someone as in the dark about people, and relationships as herself, it firstly, made her feel just a little less alien, and it seemed to cure that slowly growing anomie she'd been experiencing, feelings of being disenfranchised--
Tod grew up in the dark , he was - ... He probably won't talk about it but he was - in a very horrible place for a very long time. He missed out on school , highschool , he's working through college courses and hopes to get a university degree one day whilst he works.
His โ
-- and so clearly and obviously unhuman, taking her loneliness and making it a shared sensation, and in turn, less of a solitary confinement.
Eagerly, she linked her arm with his, wrapping her arms around tightly, lest he slip away and she wake from this wonderful dream--
@BATTALI0NCHIEF in that case, who is she to refuse!? it's about high time she gets out the office, anyway. . .
truly. why does that stun him? is it that abnormal?
His tour is bound to be her favourite, that is for certain.
Wrapped up in a shawl, peering out at her surroundings, she hummed quietly, a little too distracted to even notice him at first, just about jumping out of her skin when she heard him.
'Thank you'
she signs, a brow lifting in surprise, she reached out and took it in her hands
with coffee made and two mugs in hand, he steps out onto his porch and offers the ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ one of the mugs.
โhopefully i got it the right way.โ he murmured, voice still thick with tiredness. sitting down in one of the other chairs on his porch.