could somebody check my pulse? it's been a minute since i've tasted blood. i forgot how good this was
He's aware of the critical gaze that's on him, though he doesn't really expect to be poked at for his embarrassing fall. He would much prefer to forget about it but, alas...
Henry lets out an offended, flabbergasted scoff, crossing his arms over his chest. "No offense, huh, Oliver? I'd like to see you land gracefully with a set of wings like that." His grin remains, though, too good natured to truly take the observation personally. "I make up for it in strength, okay," he says, and whether it's a warning or a challenge is up to Oliver's interpretation.
Although, to humble himself, Henry does have to admit that he could use a few pointers about things in general. His expression softens into a small smile and he sobers his tune to introduce himself, "Name's Henry. What are you working on?"
Henry lets out an offended, flabbergasted scoff, crossing his arms over his chest. "No offense, huh, Oliver? I'd like to see you land gracefully with a set of wings like that." His grin remains, though, too good natured to truly take the observation personally. "I make up for it in strength, okay," he says, and whether it's a warning or a challenge is up to Oliver's interpretation.
Although, to humble himself, Henry does have to admit that he could use a few pointers about things in general. His expression softens into a small smile and he sobers his tune to introduce himself, "Name's Henry. What are you working on?"
HENRY
