{ hel-lokison }
He remains wary, as he tends to with most strangers lately, but he maintains a limit to how bad he can fret. Overdo it, and he's left to endure one to several days of being too young. Trying to devoid himself of anxiety plays another factor into his worries, sadly. It's bad enough, being kept in this relentless mental battle, and seeing another approach doesn't aid his situation anyhow.
"Uh, hello. Something you need?"












