Who: Daisy + open to others What: Avoiding emotions, having a Sad Birthday, and training When: Mid-June to mid-July Where: Around Milton (forest, houses, General Store)
[ There's a brightness to his voice, though it's not as intensely cheerful as he might normally be. Still, as often happens with him, his tone might perhaps be a mismatch for the overall mood. A little too bright, perhaps? He's glad to see her, as he is everyone here. Glad because they can't very well take it for granted, can they, from one day to the next?
Her voice is spoken with a measure of reverence, the unspoken hint that her presence here might be something to appreciate.
He's restless in his skin to reach out and tap that hula figure himself, but instead he wrings his hands together to distract his fidgety fingers. He doesn't sit with her yet — much as he might presume and misread social cues, he at least has the sense that something more is going on here than just a brief respite with a pack of likely-stale cookies. Because of that, he won't just presume and invite himself. For once, he pauses and asks, in his...unique way — ]
Are all three of those sugar packets spoken for, or might I join you?
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[ There's a brightness to his voice, though it's not as intensely cheerful as he might normally be. Still, as often happens with him, his tone might perhaps be a mismatch for the overall mood. A little too bright, perhaps? He's glad to see her, as he is everyone here. Glad because they can't very well take it for granted, can they, from one day to the next?
Her voice is spoken with a measure of reverence, the unspoken hint that her presence here might be something to appreciate.
He's restless in his skin to reach out and tap that hula figure himself, but instead he wrings his hands together to distract his fidgety fingers. He doesn't sit with her yet — much as he might presume and misread social cues, he at least has the sense that something more is going on here than just a brief respite with a pack of likely-stale cookies. Because of that, he won't just presume and invite himself. For once, he pauses and asks, in his...unique way — ]
Are all three of those sugar packets spoken for, or might I join you?