… To be entirely honest, Sariol was kind of expecting that once the door opened, he would be seeing face to face, or perhaps a little bit taller than he was— but instead he found that he had to look down. He didn’t expect the little cerulean to be… Short. It left him baffled for a moment, but regardless, he nodded, looking in the hive for a second and looking around just to make sure it was at least orderly, and then he started walking in when invited.
He didn’t expect him to be speaking so shyly, either. He was so quiet.
“Nice to finally meet you face to face, Alaeve.”
Slowly, Sariol walked into the foreign hive, huffing a little to himself and trying to stay calm, stay collected, not excite himself or freak himself out because he wanted to make a good impression. They weren’t masked behind any fucking screens this time, it was actually a little bit intimidating. He wasn’t used to real interaction, sad as it may be. He liked the comfort of his quiet little hive, his clean little hive that was organized down to the finest detail and it unsettled him a little when he had to be in another one… But he figured he could bare through it.
So he just put up a little smile, vaguely nodding, and being sure to try and keep Alaeve on his left side all the while, and not behind him either.
“You’ve got a nice place here,” he supposed. He thought of his own hive as ideal. This one still unnerved him a little.
Then he kind of pointed at his shades with his good arm.
“Do you always wear your hood up like that, with those sunglasses? I mean, you’re indoors I don’t really see a reason why you would— Ah, nevermind, where’s your ablution block?”
He put his other acm behind his back then, looking around more and trying to avoid the topic. He didn’t want to ask any stupid questions, but he successfully did that already. Good job Sariol, wonerful first impression.
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“Oh, thank you. And. No, I. Don’t tend to wear these things in my hive but today I’m. Well. My ears are cold, and my head and neck are cold, and my eyes are still sensitive from an accident from one of my previous alchemy experiments.”
Alaeve fidgeted a little, tugging on his sleeve, trying to cover his hands which were calloused and charred a little from countless botched experiments and chemicals and products of his toil and research, and he grabbed his own biceps self consciously.
“Yes, of course. Come in, I’ll. Show you the way.”
He felt uncomfortable with how Sariol continuously attempted to be on his blind-side, and squirmed a little as he tried his very best to gravitated towards the right. He walked, shuffling a little, tensed and on edge as he led Sariol to his ablution block.
“Can you. Maybe. NOT walk on my right side? please?”
He definitely did not want to go through with explaining why he was intensely uncomfortable with it, but found it at least comforting in a sense that he would be pretty much incapable of seeing his disapproving look, or the questioning and or interrogating expression that would no doubt break him quickly. He was intensely agitated, twitching a little as he tugged almost obsessively on his hood.
“Here we are.”
He turned his head away from Sariol, trying to keep his empty eyesocket away from prying eyes. He was intent on keeping his friendship and if he had to hide forever, so be it.