[ Then, just like that, the uneasiness and hesitation vanishes. ]
My name is Albedo.
[ Albedo reaches forward suddenly to take a hold of the hand within his, gripping it tight. Before he loses his nerve, perhaps?
Ah... so this is the warmth of another human's hand. He thinks he has felt something like this before when Sinclair dragged him somewhere once, but this is a little different. He also brings up another to the hand to greedily hold onto it.
Is this socially acceptable? What does he know, really? ]
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My name is Albedo.
[ Albedo reaches forward suddenly to take a hold of the hand within his, gripping it tight. Before he loses his nerve, perhaps?
Ah... so this is the warmth of another human's hand. He thinks he has felt something like this before when Sinclair dragged him somewhere once, but this is a little different. He also brings up another to the hand to greedily hold onto it.
Is this socially acceptable? What does he know, really? ]
Noé, then. Let this be the birth of our continued association.