HARPER
He seems like the grumpy sort, which Harper finds immeasurably endearing. It reminds him of so many others (though admittedly mostly younger individuals, to put it nicely) that he can't help but grin every time the nameless man's prickles seem to flare. Like an adorable hedgehog that thinks it's a porcupine. "Are you a Safrin man then?" he asks kindly, genuinely curious given the way he'd acquiesced at the mention of her.
Something that is immediately replaced by bluster and defensiveness, which makes Harper laugh warmly under his breath, not wanting to offend. "You look rather impressively savior-y to me," he assures, in what could easily come off as teasing but is too obviously sincere, blue eyes crinkling at the edges with his omnipresent smile. "I'm from Torchline. Harper Quinn, nice to meet you!" One numb hand extends out, floppy glove soaked and clearly meant for warmer, dryer climates - and yet clearly not dampening his mood at all.
Something that is immediately replaced by bluster and defensiveness, which makes Harper laugh warmly under his breath, not wanting to offend. "You look rather impressively savior-y to me," he assures, in what could easily come off as teasing but is too obviously sincere, blue eyes crinkling at the edges with his omnipresent smile. "I'm from Torchline. Harper Quinn, nice to meet you!" One numb hand extends out, floppy glove soaked and clearly meant for warmer, dryer climates - and yet clearly not dampening his mood at all.
let your faith be bigger than your fear
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3
