“Oh, thank you for that.” He added, collecting a couple to find a comfortable place to curl up. Really, it wouldn’t be too hard to drift off given the rather eventful day he’d had arrived in this strange place. Especially the latter half of the day as the evening had unfolded to end up in this rather odd moment. He might have found her attention rather odd, if he wasn’t as worn as he was. Plus, he was already used to spending hours people-watching… So it wasn’t that odd, certainly.
The morning did bring some confusion to the teen, though. Running a hand through his mussed hair and rubbing some sleep from his eyes. He was an early riser by nature, and so the sun had only been up shortly by that point. His eyes roaming the room as he tried to remember where he was, absently realizing that the prior day hadn’t been a wild dream. He was still in another world, and in a new friend’s particularly unique but comfortable hideout.
When his eyes finally fell on her seemingly sleeping form, he frowned lightly. It would be rude, perhaps, to slip out without saying anything… But at the same time, waking his host also seemed fairly rude. Pulling his sketchbook out of his bag, he gently removed a piece of paper with the least outlines of potential sketches (seemed to be lobsters, and a few jellyfish), and jotted down a thank you for her hospitality and a promise to be in touch again for both their first sitting and another ‘drink’ the next time she needed it. Moving quietly to find a place to put it (he was actually very good at being silent, it seemed) he paused and added a PostScript about where he lived should she need to find him sooner.
Leaving it somewhere she would see it easily, he carefully gathered his bag up to find his way out of the building and on his way back to the orphanage.
Is this a good place to wrap?
The morning did bring some confusion to the teen, though. Running a hand through his mussed hair and rubbing some sleep from his eyes. He was an early riser by nature, and so the sun had only been up shortly by that point. His eyes roaming the room as he tried to remember where he was, absently realizing that the prior day hadn’t been a wild dream. He was still in another world, and in a new friend’s particularly unique but comfortable hideout.
When his eyes finally fell on her seemingly sleeping form, he frowned lightly. It would be rude, perhaps, to slip out without saying anything… But at the same time, waking his host also seemed fairly rude. Pulling his sketchbook out of his bag, he gently removed a piece of paper with the least outlines of potential sketches (seemed to be lobsters, and a few jellyfish), and jotted down a thank you for her hospitality and a promise to be in touch again for both their first sitting and another ‘drink’ the next time she needed it. Moving quietly to find a place to put it (he was actually very good at being silent, it seemed) he paused and added a PostScript about where he lived should she need to find him sooner.
Leaving it somewhere she would see it easily, he carefully gathered his bag up to find his way out of the building and on his way back to the orphanage.