[align=center][div style="width:455px;text-align:justify;font-size:8pt"] Caleb raised his eyebrows, concern flickered across galactic eyes, at a young woman emitting anger in the air. Her words were d i s t o r t e d, bearing high on tension and heat, not even the rain could eliminate them. Although he was aware they weren’t directed at him, he grimaced nevertheless. He shoved his spare hand, as the other was holding an umbrella, into his jean’s pocket and brushed the soft material of his tiny Mimikyu plush, motion done with tender and hope for ease.
Despite the discomfort settling within his celestial system, he managed to ignore it and approached c l o s e r to the woman. He softly smiled at her when she first spoke to him. Meanwhile, he pulled his hand from his pocket and waved, making a "it’s cool" gesture, before he awkwardly moved the umbrella over her head. It wouldn’t f i t for two, but she clearly needed the protection more than him. Caleb wasn’t even doing this as an offer for her to take it. He simply WANTED her to take it.
At the question from her, he shook his head. The God didn't recall seeing a cat the stranger described so while he was out in a bit; gathering some important supplies for Catching Falling Stars. He could relate to this cat shenanigan in particular; Kit Kat would sometimes l i n g e r off somewhere, and it took at least several hours or a day for him to return home, acting like if nothing had happened. Stars, Caleb hoped the woman’s cat was doing okay...
"Um, no, I haven’t. Sorry, friend." Eyes sparkled with great DETERMINATION, however, he added, "If you like, I can help you find your little pal?"
Caleb was supposed to be at home by now, but...if she needed a hand, he’d be more than willing to push his current purpose aside and help her instead. No one should ever have to through a constant worry like this.
Just as long as he doesn’t remain alone for too long, he’s fine.
Despite the discomfort settling within his celestial system, he managed to ignore it and approached c l o s e r to the woman. He softly smiled at her when she first spoke to him. Meanwhile, he pulled his hand from his pocket and waved, making a "it’s cool" gesture, before he awkwardly moved the umbrella over her head. It wouldn’t f i t for two, but she clearly needed the protection more than him. Caleb wasn’t even doing this as an offer for her to take it. He simply WANTED her to take it.
At the question from her, he shook his head. The God didn't recall seeing a cat the stranger described so while he was out in a bit; gathering some important supplies for Catching Falling Stars. He could relate to this cat shenanigan in particular; Kit Kat would sometimes l i n g e r off somewhere, and it took at least several hours or a day for him to return home, acting like if nothing had happened. Stars, Caleb hoped the woman’s cat was doing okay...
"Um, no, I haven’t. Sorry, friend." Eyes sparkled with great DETERMINATION, however, he added, "If you like, I can help you find your little pal?"
Caleb was supposed to be at home by now, but...if she needed a hand, he’d be more than willing to push his current purpose aside and help her instead. No one should ever have to through a constant worry like this.
Just as long as he doesn’t remain alone for too long, he’s fine.