Neos
Look out 'cause here I come
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum
And I'm marching on to the beat I drum
Neos bit his own tongue and hard...hard enough to draw blood apparently, since he just got a taste of copper. He was trying to steel his nerves, the instincts literally screaming at him to run away from this group, but if he did that...welp, explorers face dangers all the time. And this appeared to be one of the most peaceful 'dangers' he's seen so far. Taking a deep breath before covering his face with his hands, allowing himself to try to anchor onto the friendly words, words that sounded genuine despite the inherent feeling of danger he kept being forced to experience.
"...sorry, I just developed a sudden headache," he said, not really a lie, since fighting against instinct was causing a good-sized one. He sat himself down near the food, sipping some of the tea in range to help ease his nerves...and slightly thankful it was sweet, too. He glanced over the food, all of it looking fine, smelling fine, and after nibbling a little of it tasting fine. However, something about it all seemed off and he couldn't tell why. He didn't taste poison and didn't feel ill, so that's something he's crossing off his mental checkli---
And Neos suddenly slammed his forehead onto the table, thankfully missing all the food, but increasing his headache more. It did cause those pesky instincts to shut the fuck up for once, though. "...Arceus-damned paranoia peeking up over nothing," he mumbled into the table before lifting his face, a nice circle of red now on his forehead.
And a headache from an impact was more tolerable, in all honesty.
He heard the question of what to make aimed at another, but it was a question that got him thinking as well, trying to figure out what to make for what to hang on the tree back in Torchline...wait. Why were they talking about decorations here unless there was anoth...
His eyes widened in realization. He needed some woodcarving supplies and a lot of wood, preferably multiple that were the size fitting of figurines. Especially if he planned on trying to find all the trees he can reach...minus maybe Halo's possible tree...and hanging something on each of them. "Um, where are the woodcarving supplies in this facility," Neos finally asked, headache subsiding and the thought of what to make currently keeping instincts on the backburner.
"...sorry, I just developed a sudden headache," he said, not really a lie, since fighting against instinct was causing a good-sized one. He sat himself down near the food, sipping some of the tea in range to help ease his nerves...and slightly thankful it was sweet, too. He glanced over the food, all of it looking fine, smelling fine, and after nibbling a little of it tasting fine. However, something about it all seemed off and he couldn't tell why. He didn't taste poison and didn't feel ill, so that's something he's crossing off his mental checkli---
And Neos suddenly slammed his forehead onto the table, thankfully missing all the food, but increasing his headache more. It did cause those pesky instincts to shut the fuck up for once, though. "...Arceus-damned paranoia peeking up over nothing," he mumbled into the table before lifting his face, a nice circle of red now on his forehead.
And a headache from an impact was more tolerable, in all honesty.
He heard the question of what to make aimed at another, but it was a question that got him thinking as well, trying to figure out what to make for what to hang on the tree back in Torchline...wait. Why were they talking about decorations here unless there was anoth...
His eyes widened in realization. He needed some woodcarving supplies and a lot of wood, preferably multiple that were the size fitting of figurines. Especially if he planned on trying to find all the trees he can reach...minus maybe Halo's possible tree...and hanging something on each of them. "Um, where are the woodcarving supplies in this facility," Neos finally asked, headache subsiding and the thought of what to make currently keeping instincts on the backburner.
I'm not scared to be seen
I make no apologies
I make no apologies
This is me
