A simple shrug in response - Guts' wordless expression of 'suit yourself'. Maybe she was enjoying the cool rain. Looking up at the sky, surrounded by the festive laughter, he certainly seemed satisfied letting the refreshing drops coat his muddied skin. It eased the burning inside.
His position in the mud left him vulnerable to being surrounded by the small children swarming him, momentary peace interrupted. He was around eye-level to them, rather than towering above, which left him surrounded by a lot of tiny and curious faces with perfect opportunities to talk.
"Hey," he warns them, "Don't get too handsy."
It wasn't a snobbish gesture - much like Galli, he seems to tense up a bit at any tugs at his clothes or arms. The bombardment of 'Can you pick up a horse?' and 'What about pulling a bunch of logs?''No no, hauling a big rock!' type questions were quickly getting overwhelming for someone unused to the energy of excited children. Guts never thought he could feel so claustrophobic from just a bunch of voices and excited faces. Even when he was a child, he tended to be on the quieter side.
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His position in the mud left him vulnerable to being surrounded by the small children swarming him, momentary peace interrupted. He was around eye-level to them, rather than towering above, which left him surrounded by a lot of tiny and curious faces with perfect opportunities to talk.
"Hey," he warns them, "Don't get too handsy."
It wasn't a snobbish gesture - much like Galli, he seems to tense up a bit at any tugs at his clothes or arms. The bombardment of 'Can you pick up a horse?' and 'What about pulling a bunch of logs?' 'No no, hauling a big rock!' type questions were quickly getting overwhelming for someone unused to the energy of excited children. Guts never thought he could feel so claustrophobic from just a bunch of voices and excited faces. Even when he was a child, he tended to be on the quieter side.