Concern mounts in Evan rapidly: concern for this friend out of the woodworks, worry for the stares they're getting, good lord worry about those ears... With his chest feeling increasingly tight he shrugs and grimaces in what he hopes is a casual enough manner for his eagle-eyed lunchmates. "I think so, I'm afraid."
"Lethalin?" one of Evan's lunchmates asks, sounding puzzled and amused. "Creators?"
John breaks in again, grinning more ridiculously. "No, wait, let me guess. In town for a Ren Faire? What is that, like, Welsh?"
Evan turns to wrinkle his nose at his friends, dropping Mel's hand as he scrambles for how to cover this up. "Oh, don't be an ass. Look, Mel--" He turns back to the elf then, a flash of real worry on his face as he desperately hopes Mel will catch on and play it cool, "we should go sort that out. Can I show you around?" Thinking of something he twists to his table again, rapidly offering, "Nahid, keep my notes for now, I'll grab them tomorrow when you're done with them. Right? Right."
Then he's ushering Mel away from the table, swinging his bookbag over his shoulder and picking up his plate to go deposit with the dirties. This feels like an explosive in his hands and he wants to get Mel out of sight and defuse it as fast as he can.
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Date: 2016-09-17 06:09 am (UTC)"Lethalin?" one of Evan's lunchmates asks, sounding puzzled and amused. "Creators?"
John breaks in again, grinning more ridiculously. "No, wait, let me guess. In town for a Ren Faire? What is that, like, Welsh?"
Evan turns to wrinkle his nose at his friends, dropping Mel's hand as he scrambles for how to cover this up. "Oh, don't be an ass. Look, Mel--" He turns back to the elf then, a flash of real worry on his face as he desperately hopes Mel will catch on and play it cool, "we should go sort that out. Can I show you around?" Thinking of something he twists to his table again, rapidly offering, "Nahid, keep my notes for now, I'll grab them tomorrow when you're done with them. Right? Right."
Then he's ushering Mel away from the table, swinging his bookbag over his shoulder and picking up his plate to go deposit with the dirties. This feels like an explosive in his hands and he wants to get Mel out of sight and defuse it as fast as he can.