[ Basch doesn't like the idea of being a problem for Olivine to solve, or something to protect the villagers from, but right now he's willing to bear that humiliation. It's easier, when Olivine is the one who leads. He's not pushing anything the other doesn't want, even if he still feels like he's lying by omission.
But he hasn't omitted anything, really. It just feels like Olivine doesn't hear the truth to it. That he's dangerous.
But he nods, matching pace, not pulling away from Olivine's hand but not keeping it there either. It doesn't feel his place to choose.
He expected to have some time still, but its hardly a few minutes before he hisses in pain, eyes screwed shut as the familiar tension gathers against his skull, heralding the change of his ears on the way. ]
This is...fast... [ He pants. ] I don't...something's off... [ He winces again, cradling his head as the skin and hair shift too fast, stomach knotting at the sudden onset of too many, too-crisp sounds. ]
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Date: 2024-04-26 08:33 pm (UTC)But he hasn't omitted anything, really. It just feels like Olivine doesn't hear the truth to it. That he's dangerous.
But he nods, matching pace, not pulling away from Olivine's hand but not keeping it there either. It doesn't feel his place to choose.
He expected to have some time still, but its hardly a few minutes before he hisses in pain, eyes screwed shut as the familiar tension gathers against his skull, heralding the change of his ears on the way. ]
This is...fast... [ He pants. ] I don't...something's off... [ He winces again, cradling his head as the skin and hair shift too fast, stomach knotting at the sudden onset of too many, too-crisp sounds. ]