@corpsehe
Unease, oh, unease ― better words may and will fill the void, like trepidation, dread, anxious butterflies forming a tornado around the boy, but the first thought that comes to mind when she approaches is weight from such a small word. It sinks to the bottom like tons in water, and without chains being cut he would’ve been dragged down. He shakes away the thought ― because it’ll nag him forever if he doesn’t, and that’s no way to help himself during the treasure festival ― and he takes a step forward, shaking daring himself to bits.
“ Excuse me, I ― well, that’s obvious, uh.. - Oh ! Did you want to request something? ” ( Isn’t she the gravekeeper? Why don’t you keep wary? Why do you take this route, without caution without standing and not falling? ) “ Miss Cate ― ” baker at the stand he was helping at in this uncrowded verge of the market, must’ve left him alone, and he shouldn’t be surprised and he ignores this thought too- “ just had to leave- she forgot something at home. I’m standing in her place while she is. ”
