[He hadn't gone far yet. Knew from the way it almost itched to be still too long that he was more the sort to like action, to be moving. But he needed to be thorough here. Which meant he had to try and slow down even a bit. But while the street and it's storefronts, the people walking it all seemed to register as familiar, there wasn't much more than that drifting to the surface yet.
The voice speaking up is familiar too- and he's not sure how he knows they're talking to him, how he knows that they can see him, but turning to see strange eyes focused on him, and that smile that's just a little too sharp to be entirely genial cinches it.
He's not sure what to make of them. Or of the sudden rush of jealousy that writhes to life inside his ribcage like a thicket of thorns. Jealous? Why was he jealous of the stranger? He blinked, once, then twice as he takes in what they're saying- confirming that he should know where he was. As well as another detail that he leapt on.]
I live in a city? [It feels right as he says it, even if his stubborn memory refuses to shake out anything more than that sense of correctness. No name, no skyline, no familiar landmarks. What a pain. One thumb working over the canvas of the strap in his grasp, an unconscious little gesture of uncertain thought.] We know each other then, I take it?
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The voice speaking up is familiar too- and he's not sure how he knows they're talking to him, how he knows that they can see him, but turning to see strange eyes focused on him, and that smile that's just a little too sharp to be entirely genial cinches it.
He's not sure what to make of them. Or of the sudden rush of jealousy that writhes to life inside his ribcage like a thicket of thorns. Jealous? Why was he jealous of the stranger? He blinked, once, then twice as he takes in what they're saying- confirming that he should know where he was. As well as another detail that he leapt on.]
I live in a city? [It feels right as he says it, even if his stubborn memory refuses to shake out anything more than that sense of correctness. No name, no skyline, no familiar landmarks. What a pain. One thumb working over the canvas of the strap in his grasp, an unconscious little gesture of uncertain thought.] We know each other then, I take it?