[ the bubbly bright-happy-ecastic rush of feelings that is daylight’s em field takes a sharp and sudden turn, chased away by the sudden flood of embarrassment and horror he feels at how much he's both blathering and bothering a poor person. a poor new person to boot!
he shuts up immediately, almost too afraid to speak up again. ]
So-Sor... Sorry. [ he ducks his helm while rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks darkening in colour. his winglets droop low and almost disappear from view entirely as he speaks, looking every bit of a moritifed kiddo whose hand got caught in the cookie jar. ] I- Um- Sorry.
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he shuts up immediately, almost too afraid to speak up again. ]
So-Sor... Sorry. [ he ducks his helm while rubbing the back of his neck, his cheeks darkening in colour. his winglets droop low and almost disappear from view entirely as he speaks, looking every bit of a moritifed kiddo whose hand got caught in the cookie jar. ] I- Um- Sorry.
That must have been weird.