His mouth flattens a little at the sound of teeth on teeth, concern flickering back to the forefront of his mind over cheerful irregard. They were clearly distressed before he arrived; seems he's just helped to trade one form of it for another. He's supposed to be able to handle people relatively well, but that was generally on a wider scale and took time otherwise to learn about and invest himself in everyone's lives. Cold reads of emotional states are a different thing entirely.
Still, their general demeanour rings of tension whether repressed or not, at odds with themself (understandably so, maybe, if they're caught between fight and flight...) and he's having trouble tracking exactly which things he's doing in specific that are exacerbating it. Whatever it is, it doesn't seem... helpful, really, to them. That's... no good.
He does draw himself up a bit, hand on chin in thought, the other crossed to support it, expression somewhat more sober. "Whatever it is you're thinking about, don't," he says, slightly more firmly than his tone has been thus far. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. I sure don't, and it's my amnesia to begin with." Given the state of his familial relations, and the circumstances of his birth, he doubts that it was worth remembering anyway. "But, ah, no. Not exactly."
He grins, sheepishly, close eyed and open palmed, shoulders raised in a half shrug. "I'll leave that to the knights proper. I have a friend who already has the... babysitting part covered pretty well. Me, I just get paid to tell people to do things. Or not to do things." His hands lower again with a mildly thoughtful hum. "I guess I might count as a guard, though, if the things I told people to do generally helped to keep the crown alive and the kingdom functional? Only if you define guard pretty loosely, though- the place I came from doesn't have 'royal guard' as a specific rank or division of the knights."
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Date: 2018-04-02 07:57 am (UTC)Still, their general demeanour rings of tension whether repressed or not, at odds with themself (understandably so, maybe, if they're caught between fight and flight...) and he's having trouble tracking exactly which things he's doing in specific that are exacerbating it. Whatever it is, it doesn't seem... helpful, really, to them. That's... no good.
He does draw himself up a bit, hand on chin in thought, the other crossed to support it, expression somewhat more sober. "Whatever it is you're thinking about, don't," he says, slightly more firmly than his tone has been thus far. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. I sure don't, and it's my amnesia to begin with." Given the state of his familial relations, and the circumstances of his birth, he doubts that it was worth remembering anyway. "But, ah, no. Not exactly."
He grins, sheepishly, close eyed and open palmed, shoulders raised in a half shrug. "I'll leave that to the knights proper. I have a friend who already has the... babysitting part covered pretty well. Me, I just get paid to tell people to do things. Or not to do things." His hands lower again with a mildly thoughtful hum. "I guess I might count as a guard, though, if the things I told people to do generally helped to keep the crown alive and the kingdom functional? Only if you define guard pretty loosely, though- the place I came from doesn't have 'royal guard' as a specific rank or division of the knights."