Look, he can't go around giving people expectations he'll need to live up to, okay? It's a good thing Nic's good at keeping secrets, otherwise those days off they enjoy from time to time? G O N E. Bad enough a handful of his clients have figured it out, he doesn't need the whole town putting him on lost pet duty.
This place sort of feels like a day off, if they can ignore the whole kidnapping thing. That, and the vaguely off-putting calmness. It looks so cheery and relaxed that Worick can't help but wonder what kind of shady crap is lurking around the corner of one of these quaint little buildings, just how seedy the underbelly of a place like this could be. The weird animals he's not all that worried about- even the most seemingly vicious seldom attack for no reason and he's with Nic in that he sure as hell isn't looking to give them a reason- but he's not quite sure what to make of the people. All joking aside, it's kind of unsettling, the contrast to this and what they're both used to.
Regardless, he's doing a lot of smiling and nodding during this initial stroll, expression relaxed and betraying none of his skepticism to the outside world. Nic can probably tell... But there's that whole secret keeping perk again. You won't rat him out there, right buddy...? He pauses every so often in front of this building or that, nudging Nic occasionally to direct his attention to a particularly odd sign or phrase: they'd be easily pegged as tourists, in other words, nothing more and certainly nothing to be worried about.
He even leans down to pet a creature or two... Though that's not so much put on as it is the result of genuine curiosity. Probably helps sell the whole image a bit, though, so... Win-win.
He's in the middle of scratching the ears of one such animal when he finally supplies something other than inane chatter:
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but... I haven't seen any other tags around, have you?" Something quietly strained passes over his face for a moment before he tucks it away where it belongs, giving the critter an extra pat to compensate, like it knows the turn his thoughts have taken and he's trying to convince it otherwise. "...Pretty lucky about that deterioration thing, huh?"
Knowing Nic, he'd blow through whatever he's got on him (if anything) in under a week, and then where would they be? Pretty friggin' screwed, probably.
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Bad enough a handful of his clients have figured it out, he doesn't need the whole town putting him on lost pet duty.This place sort of feels like a day off, if they can ignore the whole kidnapping thing. That, and the vaguely off-putting calmness. It looks so cheery and relaxed that Worick can't help but wonder what kind of shady crap is lurking around the corner of one of these quaint little buildings, just how seedy the underbelly of a place like this could be. The weird animals he's not all that worried about- even the most seemingly vicious seldom attack for no reason and he's with Nic in that he sure as hell isn't looking to give them a reason- but he's not quite sure what to make of the people. All joking aside, it's kind of unsettling, the contrast to this and what they're both used to.
Regardless, he's doing a lot of smiling and nodding during this initial stroll, expression relaxed and betraying none of his skepticism to the outside world. Nic can probably tell... But there's that whole secret keeping perk again. You won't rat him out there, right buddy...? He pauses every so often in front of this building or that, nudging Nic occasionally to direct his attention to a particularly odd sign or phrase: they'd be easily pegged as tourists, in other words, nothing more and certainly nothing to be worried about.
He even leans down to pet a creature or two... Though that's not so much put on as it is the result of genuine curiosity. Probably helps sell the whole image a bit, though, so... Win-win.
He's in the middle of scratching the ears of one such animal when he finally supplies something other than inane chatter:
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but... I haven't seen any other tags around, have you?" Something quietly strained passes over his face for a moment before he tucks it away where it belongs, giving the critter an extra pat to compensate, like it knows the turn his thoughts have taken and he's trying to convince it otherwise. "...Pretty lucky about that deterioration thing, huh?"
Knowing Nic, he'd blow through whatever he's got on him (if anything) in under a week, and then where would they be? Pretty friggin' screwed, probably.