Kaimana
"What's a Prince?"
You materialize (read: walk up) silently behind Sam (read: ...actually pretty quietly. Who'da thunk?), who you do not actually know, standing on tiptoes to peer into the darkness as though this will somehow give you the ability to see what the stranger is searching for. You aren't close enough to be creepy, thankfully, and your lantern probably gave you away before you could freak him out too much, but it's definitely not your smoothest approach to a stranger in a dark labyrinth of tunnels under the ground.
It's just that you're far too curious about everything to care.
At least he'll be met with a very, very innocent smile and eager gaze if he turns around, instead of, I don't know, your twin's blank stare or a monster or something. You're just a kid with wild hair and a thirst for knowledge and a tragic lack of social skills and a bunch of mushrooms blooming merrily from behind your right ear.
You materialize (read: walk up) silently behind Sam (read: ...actually pretty quietly. Who'da thunk?), who you do not actually know, standing on tiptoes to peer into the darkness as though this will somehow give you the ability to see what the stranger is searching for. You aren't close enough to be creepy, thankfully, and your lantern probably gave you away before you could freak him out too much, but it's definitely not your smoothest approach to a stranger in a dark labyrinth of tunnels under the ground.
It's just that you're far too curious about everything to care.
At least he'll be met with a very, very innocent smile and eager gaze if he turns around, instead of, I don't know, your twin's blank stare or a monster or something. You're just a kid with wild hair and a thirst for knowledge and a tragic lack of social skills and a bunch of mushrooms blooming merrily from behind your right ear.
be kind, even on your bad days
