Nothing to do with this young man - he's sure he's perfectly nice and pleasant company - he's just not as good with strangers as he'd like to be. Especially human strangers. All the integration classes he takes are well and good, but they just do nothing to prepare him for human interaction. They're all so... forward.
Barry's people are private folk, preferring to keep to themselves and keep their own affairs in order while the rest of the world just passes around them. Fae, critters, humans, they're the go-getters of this world, the ones that keep everything moving, always upping the pace. In a world that moves so fast, it's nice to have taurs of all kinds taking things easy, bringing some quiet stability to all the noise.
But he's in the human world now. They all are. And as awkward as that gets sometimes, Barry has no choice but to get used to their ways and customs. It could have been a lot worse though. This young man isn't a total stranger. He's nice to look at, easy to talk to, and makes some killer muffins.]
I, uh... [All four of his legs shuffle a little, his more human hand coming up to scratch at his hairline.] My classes are held right around th'corner, so... I-I'm here a lot anyway. [God, even thinking back on his classes, nothing useful about small talk comes to mind. A hoof scrapes softly against the dusty floor.]
... My name is Barry. [Strong start.] You work here, right?
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Nothing to do with this young man - he's sure he's perfectly nice and pleasant company - he's just not as good with strangers as he'd like to be. Especially human strangers. All the integration classes he takes are well and good, but they just do nothing to prepare him for human interaction. They're all so... forward.
Barry's people are private folk, preferring to keep to themselves and keep their own affairs in order while the rest of the world just passes around them. Fae, critters, humans, they're the go-getters of this world, the ones that keep everything moving, always upping the pace. In a world that moves so fast, it's nice to have taurs of all kinds taking things easy, bringing some quiet stability to all the noise.
But he's in the human world now. They all are. And as awkward as that gets sometimes, Barry has no choice but to get used to their ways and customs. It could have been a lot worse though. This young man isn't a total stranger. He's nice to look at, easy to talk to, and makes some killer muffins.]
I, uh... [All four of his legs shuffle a little, his more human hand coming up to scratch at his hairline.] My classes are held right around th'corner, so... I-I'm here a lot anyway. [God, even thinking back on his classes, nothing useful about small talk comes to mind. A hoof scrapes softly against the dusty floor.]
... My name is Barry. [Strong start.] You work here, right?