ᅠ * ﹅ 𝓹a͜͡ᵗᶜw͟o͟r͟k͟ ˘ ✘ ᴅ𝓲scord 、 .ᐟ

i’m sorry that i might destroy myself.

( that is true, he's got a tendency to size people up..but he's usually just looking for signs of aggression. )

It's..fine, worry not. ( placing his own hands in his pockets, every time he moved it almost looked like his suit was gonna tear a seam..so much for average office worker. )

( a moment to consider, but he's not putting out his own..he can't handle physical contact, even a handshake occasionally makes him have off-putting thoughts. ) I don't..do that, apologies.

( just..standing still, for someone so large and outwardly imposing he's rather mild mannered. )

I'm a big fan. ( said in..quite possibly the most monotone voice he can muster up. )

crust..✨️

shifting herself just a little once she felt breathing near her, moving so her back was to them . only for the blankets to fall a bit . beneath a tuft of white hair usually rested her horn . however, this time . . . the horn was gone . where had it gone ?

curled up on a couch, covered with an old blanket . don’t wake the little one .