❝ hey. you. ❞ it's not quite a greeting by the standards of conventional POLITENESS, but it serves the same purpose nonetheless. the wanderer stands, clutching a peculiar, cloth-wrapped bundle in one hand. it's impossible to see what lies inside from this angle — though the warm, sugary scent wafting from it suggests it may be some manner of freshly baked PASTRY.
❝ here. ❞ there's barely a pause before ren is already pushing it into her hands. he's just quick to step away — almost as if the dessert is enough to passively repel him with its mere existence. ❝ i haven't touched it. throw the whole thing away if you don't BELIEVE me. ❞ the wanderer's lips curve in a soft frown — something more akin to a pout than a look of genuine IRE. ❝ some old woman FORCED it on me, so i'm just returning the favor. ❞ he's careful not to mention how she fawned over him as though he were some lost, lonely kitten mewling for a bowl of milk. it's a distressingly common issue that never fails to BRUISE his pride; his outward appearance is deceptively harmless, and evidently compels some humans to act in a way he can't help but find a bit patronizing.
@icefell &&. liked for a STARTER.
