[OOC: No problem! Take your time and take care of yourself. o7]
[While he couldn't see, he could feel eyes on them. It's a different gaze than what he feels during a match. It isn't the leers of those that only see him as some product meant to entertain. Still, it feels more awkward to be under such gazes. He feels they're less on him and more on the other man. Is what Neuvillette doing that surprising?]
What happens...What happens if I can't settle in? [What can he do as he is? He isn't exactly pessimistic, never really had the luxury of lamenting over his life, but he also knew that what he could do was limited. Or at least, many were going to underestimate his potential.
He also just...didn't know what to do now. He only knew how to fight and he had never though of a life existing outside of it. He guesses he had time to think about it though. Instead, he's distracted as they step out. There's a few things that he notices immediately. The cacophony of sounds that fills his senses gently and the clear air instead of the musty stench he had known all his life and...
Rain.
It touches on his skin, cold, but somehow the feeling of rainfall is so different than being hosed down or having buckets of ice cold water tossed onto you. This was gentle, like a caress. Something about it was a little sad. He does remember a little rhyme one of the others had once recited.] Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don't cry...
[He realizes after a moment of being distracted that Neuvillette had spoken. The idea of being separated churns in his stomach and he's not going to question it. He merely thinks it because Neuvillette is the one helping him right now.] No, I don't mind. I...it would be preferable.
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[While he couldn't see, he could feel eyes on them. It's a different gaze than what he feels during a match. It isn't the leers of those that only see him as some product meant to entertain. Still, it feels more awkward to be under such gazes. He feels they're less on him and more on the other man. Is what Neuvillette doing that surprising?]
What happens...What happens if I can't settle in? [What can he do as he is? He isn't exactly pessimistic, never really had the luxury of lamenting over his life, but he also knew that what he could do was limited. Or at least, many were going to underestimate his potential.
He also just...didn't know what to do now. He only knew how to fight and he had never though of a life existing outside of it. He guesses he had time to think about it though. Instead, he's distracted as they step out. There's a few things that he notices immediately. The cacophony of sounds that fills his senses gently and the clear air instead of the musty stench he had known all his life and...
Rain.
It touches on his skin, cold, but somehow the feeling of rainfall is so different than being hosed down or having buckets of ice cold water tossed onto you. This was gentle, like a caress. Something about it was a little sad. He does remember a little rhyme one of the others had once recited.] Hydro dragon, Hydro dragon, don't cry...
[He realizes after a moment of being distracted that Neuvillette had spoken. The idea of being separated churns in his stomach and he's not going to question it. He merely thinks it because Neuvillette is the one helping him right now.] No, I don't mind. I...it would be preferable.