He moves slightly as if to try and stop them when he sees them pulling back for the headbutt, but... well, he's still a little wary, despite everything. He settles for putting his hands on his hips judgementally and going: "Don't give yourself a headache. You aren't a horn wrestler."
He's quick to cater to their whims when they approach a container, though. Again, it's too easy. "Don't get excited. There'll likely be nothing in here but long-gone provisions." He digs his fingers into the groove near the top of the container - and then he hears the distant thud, because they really aren't far away and the city has never been quieter.
Lemm freezes, head immediately tilted up at the high balcony of the Stag Station, and he stays that way as the rush of shadows pours itself back up and out of sight.
Slowly, he dares to look back down at the little shade. They're unbothered, it seems.
But Lemm is. Lemm is suddenly brought back to his senses and he knows that there is a volatile wanderer upstairs and that he is just a bug, and that this is not some neighbourhood kid with no teachers to look to, it's - he doesn't know, but it's the wanderer's. And in any case he's never been good with people, and never even thought about whether he'd be any good with... What business does he have here, really?
His fingers uncurl from the lid. He pats it with finality.
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Date: 2022-11-10 10:27 pm (UTC)He's quick to cater to their whims when they approach a container, though. Again, it's too easy. "Don't get excited. There'll likely be nothing in here but long-gone provisions." He digs his fingers into the groove near the top of the container - and then he hears the distant thud, because they really aren't far away and the city has never been quieter.
Lemm freezes, head immediately tilted up at the high balcony of the Stag Station, and he stays that way as the rush of shadows pours itself back up and out of sight.
Slowly, he dares to look back down at the little shade. They're unbothered, it seems.
But Lemm is. Lemm is suddenly brought back to his senses and he knows that there is a volatile wanderer upstairs and that he is just a bug, and that this is not some neighbourhood kid with no teachers to look to, it's - he doesn't know, but it's the wanderer's. And in any case he's never been good with people, and never even thought about whether he'd be any good with... What business does he have here, really?
His fingers uncurl from the lid. He pats it with finality.
"Enough. With me, little greenhorn."
Relic Seeker Lemm heads for the route up.