Koruma hovered at the entrance, his lips pursing together as the need to rub his scar grew with every breath he took. The archway felt like it was bending towards him and the room seemed to warp around Viper. His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared. He shouldn't, couldn't go in. Bad things happened to orphans that entered strangers homes. But what choice did he have?
Swallowing, Koruma let his hand slide down to his dagger and he clutched the familiar leather hilt as if his life depended on it (which it very well might). He knew how to use it. At least, his head did. His body, not so much. Koruma was all lanky bones without much meat to his frame. Yet he was covered in scars, so that counted for something right? It wasn't like a stranger could know most of them came from accidents and were self inflicted. Screwing up his courage with a wrinkle of his nose, Koruma took one step into the house. Like magic, the walls and door snapped back into place and his breath eased out of his chest with a sigh of relief. He could do this.
As he entered, Koruma's hand lingered on the door nob. He didn't want to close it, but not doing so would seem odd. With a quick glance at Viper, he let the door close. Still, he couldn't stop himself from giggling the nob a few times to make sure it wasn't locked. Taking a step to the side, Koruma hugged the wall directly beside the door. His fingers tapped the frame restlessly as Viper set up her vials on the desk. While her back was turned to him, he took a quick glance around the room to try and find any traps or weapons. There wasn't too much that he could see, but at least he was close to the door.
The teen's gaze snapped back to Viper when she moved the chair and ordered him to sit. Koruma lingered by the door, reluctant to move to where she had placed him. Even so, he didn't want to give her a reason to go after him and he nodded quietly. He picked his way carefully to the chair, making sure to keep a safe distance between himself and Viper. All the while, his hand lingered near his dagger, not touching the hilt but close enough. His movements were stiff and he perched on the edge of the seat. His knees bobbed up at down as his hands rested on the top of his legs. Koruma could practically feel his scar burning and his left hand twitched with the need to rub it.
Ashen eyes glanced up at Viper and he eyes the offered leaf with extra suspicion. He reached up and diligently grabbed the leaf, but he wasn't willing to chew on it. The fact that a woman named Viper gave him a strange plant didn't change even if she claimed it wasn't poisonous. Even so, he whispered a, "Thank you." Their eyes met and lingered as Viper watched him. To please her, he put the leaf between his lips. Yet the moment she turned her back it was out again. He relaxed as Viper dug into her work, his eyes watching her back as she moved through a process that was completely unfamiliar to him.
Koruma jumped slightly when she spoke up, answering the question that he had asked previously. "Oh," he said, finally giving into temptation and rubbing his scar. "I see. That makes sense. Can't that be said about everywhere though? People only really care about themselves. Or at least... that's what I think." He couldn't really say about everywhere as he had never left Sunberth. But... people wouldn't just change because of where they lived. Right?
Swallowing, Koruma let his hand slide down to his dagger and he clutched the familiar leather hilt as if his life depended on it (which it very well might). He knew how to use it. At least, his head did. His body, not so much. Koruma was all lanky bones without much meat to his frame. Yet he was covered in scars, so that counted for something right? It wasn't like a stranger could know most of them came from accidents and were self inflicted. Screwing up his courage with a wrinkle of his nose, Koruma took one step into the house. Like magic, the walls and door snapped back into place and his breath eased out of his chest with a sigh of relief. He could do this.
As he entered, Koruma's hand lingered on the door nob. He didn't want to close it, but not doing so would seem odd. With a quick glance at Viper, he let the door close. Still, he couldn't stop himself from giggling the nob a few times to make sure it wasn't locked. Taking a step to the side, Koruma hugged the wall directly beside the door. His fingers tapped the frame restlessly as Viper set up her vials on the desk. While her back was turned to him, he took a quick glance around the room to try and find any traps or weapons. There wasn't too much that he could see, but at least he was close to the door.
The teen's gaze snapped back to Viper when she moved the chair and ordered him to sit. Koruma lingered by the door, reluctant to move to where she had placed him. Even so, he didn't want to give her a reason to go after him and he nodded quietly. He picked his way carefully to the chair, making sure to keep a safe distance between himself and Viper. All the while, his hand lingered near his dagger, not touching the hilt but close enough. His movements were stiff and he perched on the edge of the seat. His knees bobbed up at down as his hands rested on the top of his legs. Koruma could practically feel his scar burning and his left hand twitched with the need to rub it.
Ashen eyes glanced up at Viper and he eyes the offered leaf with extra suspicion. He reached up and diligently grabbed the leaf, but he wasn't willing to chew on it. The fact that a woman named Viper gave him a strange plant didn't change even if she claimed it wasn't poisonous. Even so, he whispered a, "Thank you." Their eyes met and lingered as Viper watched him. To please her, he put the leaf between his lips. Yet the moment she turned her back it was out again. He relaxed as Viper dug into her work, his eyes watching her back as she moved through a process that was completely unfamiliar to him.
Koruma jumped slightly when she spoke up, answering the question that he had asked previously. "Oh," he said, finally giving into temptation and rubbing his scar. "I see. That makes sense. Can't that be said about everywhere though? People only really care about themselves. Or at least... that's what I think." He couldn't really say about everywhere as he had never left Sunberth. But... people wouldn't just change because of where they lived. Right?
