[Surely this is the most embarrassing way to be introducing himself to someone. Once the statue starts moving again, a very resigned-looking Natsume props himself up so he can rest his chin in his hand. There's a flush across his face, but he's doing his best to ignore it. Now that he knows for sure what sort of thing the statue wants him for, it almost feels anti-climatic.
And a little embarrassing for all the ruckus he'd caused, too. People that had seen him in a mad dash for his life are now watching him do some sort of walk of shame now that he's been caught. That's what it feels like, anyway.]
What do we call this guy?
[Think about something else. Like... why does he actually feel a little better while he's being carried like this than he had before even bumping into the statue? Was it the divinity thing again? Really?]
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[Surely this is the most embarrassing way to be introducing himself to someone. Once the statue starts moving again, a very resigned-looking Natsume props himself up so he can rest his chin in his hand. There's a flush across his face, but he's doing his best to ignore it. Now that he knows for sure what sort of thing the statue wants him for, it almost feels anti-climatic.
And a little embarrassing for all the ruckus he'd caused, too. People that had seen him in a mad dash for his life are now watching him do some sort of walk of shame now that he's been caught. That's what it feels like, anyway.]
What do we call this guy?
[Think about something else. Like... why does he actually feel a little better while he's being carried like this than he had before even bumping into the statue? Was it the divinity thing again? Really?]