[The stranger's unexpected appearance puts him on edge to start with, shoulders stiffening as he draws them up and back - as far back as the booth will allow, anyway. Then the boy actually speaks.] Wha- [The last year or so aside, his life has been a fairly sheltered one. Sheltered enough that the phrase 'nympho vagina' never entered his lexicon, and heat creeps up his neck and into his cheeks from just hearing it.
Then, somehow, it gets worse. He jerks his hand away from the window as if the glass just bit him.] That is not my girlfriend-! [He doesn't have one, strictly speaking; however much he might like Esther, he's fairly certain she doesn't count-]
That is Father Abel Nightroad, of- [The squirrel daemon pipes up helpfully, snapping Ion neatly out of his thoughts and prompting him to cover her face with his hand. The interruption also gives him a few seconds to regain his composure and realize introductions are apparently in order.] ... Ion. [He returns.] I'm, ah... a new arrival.
never apologize, i legit cackled when i read this tag
Then, somehow, it gets worse. He jerks his hand away from the window as if the glass just bit him.] That is not my girlfriend-! [He doesn't have one, strictly speaking; however much he might like Esther, he's fairly certain she doesn't count-]
That is Father Abel Nightroad, of- [The squirrel daemon pipes up helpfully, snapping Ion neatly out of his thoughts and prompting him to cover her face with his hand. The interruption also gives him a few seconds to regain his composure and realize introductions are apparently in order.] ... Ion. [He returns.] I'm, ah... a new arrival.