When he hears footsteps approach his door his nostrils flare. At that scent he stands abruptly every muscle going ridged.
It's the child from the park
He thinks back to the girl, she didn't look old enough to be in college, but then maybe she is like him, an academic who excelled in studies and began collegiate studies early.
Not sure what to make of it, all he knows right now if that he needs to learn more. He walks over to the door and opens it as she knocks. Her clothes remind him of those times he is too far from his clothes when he has to change back and he grabs something handy, though the clothes look like they are the right size.
His gaze is scrutinizing, like a chess master trying to put the pieces together.
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Date: 2014-06-21 02:23 pm (UTC)It's the child from the park
He thinks back to the girl, she didn't look old enough to be in college, but then maybe she is like him, an academic who excelled in studies and began collegiate studies early.
Not sure what to make of it, all he knows right now if that he needs to learn more. He walks over to the door and opens it as she knocks. Her clothes remind him of those times he is too far from his clothes when he has to change back and he grabs something handy, though the clothes look like they are the right size.
His gaze is scrutinizing, like a chess master trying to put the pieces together.