A long-suffering sigh was all Worick got in turn, and while the taller of the pair worked over the mother, as he did back home, Nic leaned against a nearby fence and waited like bait. Realistically, Nic's job was much easier, since where a grown woman might be wary, children were inherently curious. Nic didn't have to do a thing except stand there looking like a storm cloud before he was surrounded.
"Hey mister, is that a reeeeeal sword?"
"Mister whatcher necklace for?"
"You're kinda short for a grown-up, aren't you?"
Dark eyes slid back and forth, reading the lips, scowling on occasion and frightening the kids off in a scatter of laughter before they came right back, chattering amongst themselves. He nodded occasionally or shook his head, waved them back and drew his katana to a chorus of cheers and awed sounds before putting it back as not to alarm any parents more than they already had. When one of the littlest girls complained that he was "being a meanie" because he wouldn't answer her more complicated question, Nic crouched down in front of her specifically, reaching out to tug her sleeve gently before reaching up and putting a finger to his ear, then gesturing to his mouth and shaking his head.
A few kids argued with each other over whether of not he was "playing the quiet game", until he tilted his head and spoke up in that garbled, low voice of his and explained very simply that he couldn't hear and barely spoke.
While some of the other children seemed to think it was pretty cool and a few of the boys started emulating Nic's stoic silence, the little girl wibbled briefly before breaking into sobs, feeling as though she'd done something wrong. A heavy pat on the head from the Twilight and that all evaporated. Moments later Nic was being dragged by his fingertips to a nearby open hay field and treated to a wild array of popping Pokemon balls and bizarre creatures. He didn't understand the science of it at all, but the facts were right there in front of him. Everyone seemed to have a pet in a ball, and anyone who didn't was eagerly anticipating gettign one. Not having one simply didn't happen.
"What's your Pokemon, mister? Are you a trainer? Oh, are you a gym leader?" one of the children asked, and Nic shook his head, raising his arms and opening his hands to show that he had no Pokemon, no balls and nothing to show for anything. Of course all of the children found that just awful, and before long Nic was being dragged off again, inundated with children who all believed they knew the best way to get the sad adult geared up like a normal person. Maybe he lost his Pokemon? Maybe they were stolen? Maybe Nic was a really big, really ugly kid and hadn't gotten one yet?
STOP. KIDDIE TIME! /dance moves
"Hey mister, is that a reeeeeal sword?"
"Mister whatcher necklace for?"
"You're kinda short for a grown-up, aren't you?"
Dark eyes slid back and forth, reading the lips, scowling on occasion and frightening the kids off in a scatter of laughter before they came right back, chattering amongst themselves. He nodded occasionally or shook his head, waved them back and drew his katana to a chorus of cheers and awed sounds before putting it back as not to alarm any parents more than they already had. When one of the littlest girls complained that he was "being a meanie" because he wouldn't answer her more complicated question, Nic crouched down in front of her specifically, reaching out to tug her sleeve gently before reaching up and putting a finger to his ear, then gesturing to his mouth and shaking his head.
A few kids argued with each other over whether of not he was "playing the quiet game", until he tilted his head and spoke up in that garbled, low voice of his and explained very simply that he couldn't hear and barely spoke.
While some of the other children seemed to think it was pretty cool and a few of the boys started emulating Nic's stoic silence, the little girl wibbled briefly before breaking into sobs, feeling as though she'd done something wrong. A heavy pat on the head from the Twilight and that all evaporated. Moments later Nic was being dragged by his fingertips to a nearby open hay field and treated to a wild array of popping Pokemon balls and bizarre creatures. He didn't understand the science of it at all, but the facts were right there in front of him. Everyone seemed to have a pet in a ball, and anyone who didn't was eagerly anticipating gettign one. Not having one simply didn't happen.
"What's your Pokemon, mister? Are you a trainer? Oh, are you a gym leader?" one of the children asked, and Nic shook his head, raising his arms and opening his hands to show that he had no Pokemon, no balls and nothing to show for anything. Of course all of the children found that just awful, and before long Nic was being dragged off again, inundated with children who all believed they knew the best way to get the sad adult geared up like a normal person. Maybe he lost his Pokemon? Maybe they were stolen? Maybe Nic was a really big, really ugly kid and hadn't gotten one yet?