he isn’t quite sure what makes him feel the NEED to approach her. but then again, hanuel isn’t sure about anything, especially after waking up within the facility and remembering pretty much nothing about how he got here and even who he was. it was a strange feeling; knowing that he doesn’t remember. knowing that there were things he SHOULD know. knowing the presence of the u n k n o w n . it’s seeped underneath his skin and irritated him from the very beginning -- but he’s trying to make the most of it. which has been him simply trying to step out and get to know everyone else, in hopes that maybe they would know something too ( but it’s a long shot, he knows that too, but it doesn’t hurt to try ) . something about the girl just catches his eyes, a strange pull, like strings, bringing his steps in her direction until he’s standing in front of her with a head tilt, a little stunted on what to say now that he’s there and realizing he had practically been on autopilot, “ah-- hey.” GREAT START. there’s a slight flush of his face, but han ignores it in order to regain some sort of dignity, brushing it aside and regaining his composure. “this is going to sound... really odd, but i just-- feel like I KNOW YOU.” ↘ @boahwang !
