[He feels like maybe he should be more scared than he actually is: which is not at all. But he trusts Nyx with every fiber of his being, and if the man said he wasn't going to hurt him, then he was certain he couldn't be in a safer place. Safety was with him. That didn't mean his nerves didn't go away, nervous and jumpy were his main settings most of the time? Except during the day he could mask that with jokes and laughter, with a smile that sometimes doesn't quite reach his eyes.
Remaining quiet as he watches the man enter the room, holding back the flurry of questions he wanted to ask. What is this place? Who stays here? Is this what he wanted to show him? Why?
Instead he leans against the door frame, rubbing his arm idly.
Only when Nyx motions for him does he step through the threshold and into the room. Checking the ceiling and maybe the corners for spiders (listen, arachnophobia was also a very real fear of his, and this looked like a spidery place.) But he couldn't see any or anything that would concern himself.
Suddenly feeling shy, he averts his gaze... rubbing his arm again.]
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Remaining quiet as he watches the man enter the room, holding back the flurry of questions he wanted to ask. What is this place? Who stays here? Is this what he wanted to show him? Why?
Instead he leans against the door frame, rubbing his arm idly.
Only when Nyx motions for him does he step through the threshold and into the room. Checking the ceiling and maybe the corners for spiders (listen, arachnophobia was also a very real fear of his, and this looked like a spidery place.) But he couldn't see any or anything that would concern himself.
Suddenly feeling shy, he averts his gaze... rubbing his arm again.]
So uh... what is this place?