[Tobias hears something—no, someone—and turns, his expression a cross between being guarded and mortified. It's hard acclimating, not only to being in another country in a different world or universe or whatever one should call it. No, it's hard adjusting to being alive at all, especially after... Well, that doesn't matter anymore. Not here, anyway.
He's composed but still guarded when he sees her.]
...Please tell me you're also an imPort. I can explain, I promise. [There's an air of desperation, a plea, in his voice.]
It's good! Thanks. XD
He's composed but still guarded when he sees her.]
...Please tell me you're also an imPort. I can explain, I promise. [There's an air of desperation, a plea, in his voice.]