Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2015 21:08:47 GMT -5
It may not have been his first choice for an afternoon, socialising seldom was, but he quite liked having been invited, or dragged, along to the wharf. Casper had spent a decent amount of time beside the lake since being in the capital, it might be nice to spend some time there with a frie... another person. Doing... uh, different things! Watching other people, for example, that'd probably be off; doing that with company would possibly be a little odd.
Try as he had, Casper did not feel that he'd yet made the most of his company. Small talk wasn't one of his talents, nor was conversation - or indeed socialising - full stop, so so far he'd left most of the chatting Gwynevere, managing well meaning but sometimes confused responses as he tried hopelessly at small talk.
Casper could feel that growing chill in breeze, flittering through his previously combed hair, sending shivers through him as the two grew closer to the waterfront. Since stepping out, he'd shaken a little bit; that might be his choice of garment, the light linen shirt hanging on his small frame did little to keep the autumn chill out. Alternatively, it might just be his anxiety; a physical reminder he was trying so hard to suppress. He hoped it was the former; that would be more normal. Already, too, despite his discomfort at being touched, he'd let the pretty young lady link her arm with his. Sure, his stiffness couldn't have been hard to miss, but he'd done his best not to let it bother him.
"Where" he finally croaked, though inaudibly as the lake came into view, with a cough he cleared his throat and spoke again "s-so where are we going, exactly?... Erm, I... m-my lady."
@gwyneveredeschenes
Try as he had, Casper did not feel that he'd yet made the most of his company. Small talk wasn't one of his talents, nor was conversation - or indeed socialising - full stop, so so far he'd left most of the chatting Gwynevere, managing well meaning but sometimes confused responses as he tried hopelessly at small talk.
Casper could feel that growing chill in breeze, flittering through his previously combed hair, sending shivers through him as the two grew closer to the waterfront. Since stepping out, he'd shaken a little bit; that might be his choice of garment, the light linen shirt hanging on his small frame did little to keep the autumn chill out. Alternatively, it might just be his anxiety; a physical reminder he was trying so hard to suppress. He hoped it was the former; that would be more normal. Already, too, despite his discomfort at being touched, he'd let the pretty young lady link her arm with his. Sure, his stiffness couldn't have been hard to miss, but he'd done his best not to let it bother him.
"Where" he finally croaked, though inaudibly as the lake came into view, with a cough he cleared his throat and spoke again "s-so where are we going, exactly?... Erm, I... m-my lady."
@gwyneveredeschenes