[ with the way shoyo has a habit of looking into glass, he might not have helped, either. basil’s startle startles shoyo, sent stepping back with a jolt (but not enough to turn him into a horse, thankfully!), but he recovers easy enough when the gargoyle picks himself up and comes forward. ]
I’m sorry, I didn’t know if this was the place or—
[ shoyo would hug him, or pat at his shoulders, but . . . he feels awkwardly distant. his fingers want to move, fidgeting as he holds back to keep them at his side. ]
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I’m sorry, I didn’t know if this was the place or—
[ shoyo would hug him, or pat at his shoulders, but . . . he feels awkwardly distant. his fingers want to move, fidgeting as he holds back to keep them at his side. ]
—How’re you?