[ The assessing gaze doesn't go unnoticed, though for the moment he pretends otherwise. As he responds Kyle pulls his legs up onto the bed and repositions cross-legged, hunched forward with his chin in his hand and elbow perched on one knee, watching the movement of his hand instead of the shifting carpet. He remembers what it was like to be weakened upon arrival, blocked from the power in his blood and bones. This must be a fraction of what he can do, he imagines.
His gaze flicks up, and at the compliment he lets out another light huff, this time with a touch of humor. Laughing at himself, really. Fate keeps throwing charming men his way, and varying degrees of trouble along with them. He's learning his lessons. ]
The name is Kyle. [ Kyle No-Last-Name. ] Here... ten months now. [ He has to count it in his head. Is that really right? He waves his free hand. ] From a world called Basawar - to get all of that out of the way.
[ He's learning to be efficient with these introductions. And, surprisingly honest. That's a relatively new habit he's picked up, from the last month or so.
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His gaze flicks up, and at the compliment he lets out another light huff, this time with a touch of humor. Laughing at himself, really. Fate keeps throwing charming men his way, and varying degrees of trouble along with them. He's learning his lessons. ]
The name is Kyle. [ Kyle No-Last-Name. ] Here... ten months now. [ He has to count it in his head. Is that really right? He waves his free hand. ] From a world called Basawar - to get all of that out of the way.
[ He's learning to be efficient with these introductions. And, surprisingly honest. That's a relatively new habit he's picked up, from the last month or so.
He gives him a look that asks and you? ]