It's..fine, worry not.
( placing his own hands in his pockets, every time he moved it almost looked like his suit was gonna tear a seam..so much for average office worker. )
what kind of a hero would i be if i didn't notice .ᐟ my memory might not help me remember names , but once i see a face i'll always know them . now i'll know you too .ᐟ.ᐟ
ah . my apologies .ᐟ
( other hand joins side as well , nodding understandably . some fans did not just enjoy physical contact — they could respect that )
( a moment to consider, but he's not putting out his own..he can't handle physical contact, even a handshake occasionally makes him have off-putting thoughts. )
I don't..do that, apologies.
ᅠ* he looked around for any hint
of the black haired teacher ,
it's frown deepening . it remembered
the trouble many heroes went
for the little girl —— and she
still seemed troubled .
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shifting herself just a little once she felt breathing near her, moving so her back was to them . only for the blankets to fall a bit .
beneath a tuft of white hair usually rested her horn . however, this time . . . the horn was gone . where had it gone ?
ᅠ* form hovered close by the
couch , the usual smile wiped
by a frown tugging down side of
lips . such vulnerability hidden
underneath fabric , sight alone
caused new pain in crust's chest .
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