Where Are You ?

   INDIE under con. HEBERT of Spamalot. DASH ONLY. side blog to the multi @mostlydadlads  

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“ are you lost? ”

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;;the flinch that came from the young man was rather immediate, thin hands moving to quickly grasp the hood that concealed his face, his head ducking, attempting to look as if a shiver had overcome him rather than being startled. he doesn’t answer for a moment, face tilting enough to peek out at the stranger, uncertain and wavering in place.

“ y-yes and no, ”  he replies timidly at last, his voice sounding almost pubescent, high and nervous and cracking, yet light and soft just the same.  “ i-i’m aware i’m in paris -- not sure of the details, ”  the young man admits. he was not very aware of the outside world, though he had read many books and heard many stories, he was dreadful at details and actual location of things. his father had also disliked his interest in journeying abroad and had taken his books -- this made it rather hard to brush up on information.

;;fingers curl into the fabrics of his hood, twitching somewhat anxiously as he takes a step back. he had been travelling for an awful long time, on the run from his father and his princely duties of marriage. he swallows. as much as herbert would love to attempt to converse his way into a place to stay... his distinct lack of trust held his tongue.

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;;it had barely been twenty four hours since Herbert had successfully escaped his home and gotten away from his father-- and it never ceased to be overwhelming. he hadn’t thought about the fact that white would be... rather outlandish in the area, but he didn’t particularly have any other choice. his best bet was to hope no one asked and to keep his hood pulled down over his features. he knew his father would send people to find him, he was a rather powerful man.

;;he was certain he had been doing rather alright on his own, aside from the anxiety and just barely being able to communicate to purchase food-- his social skills were... lacking. he had no idea how to leave the city, unfortunately- or if he could... it was here that he bumped into someone. instantly his body recoiled and a whimper escaped him- he’d bumped into many the past day or so with this similar reaction. 

“ m---my apologies, ma’am... ”  he mumbles softly, shoulders hunching as he dips his head down. he attempts to hurry a bit, flinching a those who near him. he wasn’t precisely... good at being inconspicuous.