could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
Henry checks out the man in front of him. Well, checking out may be a furtive exaggeration. He's just.. observing, really. Really! Although, he's pretty cute for a guy out in the middle of nowhere, beating up a straw target. But hey, Henry's not one to judge on appearances. Apparently he, himself, didn't look very swordy - but he is. Well, he wants to be, anyway.
He grins sheepishly at the other guy's comment. "Ah... I see," he grunts as he gets up onto his feet. Stray snowflakes are brushed off of his clothes, especially his pants. The cold grips him through the material, but he's at least dressed for the cold. A dark, thick cloak drapes around his shoulders but, the hood is left down. He's not really the hooded, mysterious type. He makes a show of looking himself over.
"Yeah, 'm fine! Thanks for asking," he grins softly, reassuring, looking back over, "No worse for wear. You're.." he gestures towards the 'dummy', if it can be called that, "training, right? I saw you from up there. You got some decent moves, uh...?" he looks questioningly at the blond, silently asking for a name.
He grins sheepishly at the other guy's comment. "Ah... I see," he grunts as he gets up onto his feet. Stray snowflakes are brushed off of his clothes, especially his pants. The cold grips him through the material, but he's at least dressed for the cold. A dark, thick cloak drapes around his shoulders but, the hood is left down. He's not really the hooded, mysterious type. He makes a show of looking himself over.
"Yeah, 'm fine! Thanks for asking," he grins softly, reassuring, looking back over, "No worse for wear. You're.." he gestures towards the 'dummy', if it can be called that, "training, right? I saw you from up there. You got some decent moves, uh...?" he looks questioningly at the blond, silently asking for a name.
HENRY
