[The streets of Bavan are always very busy when newcomers arrive and- typically- Basil tries not to be on them when it happens. It's a little overwhelming, even moreso than the usual crowds, but this time...Basil has made himself come. Why? Well...because Sunny is here, that's why. And if Sunny came, then anyone else could. Kel, Hero...Aubrey.
He tries not to think about anyone else.
So the little Gargoyle has made the trip over, padding nervously from sidewalk to sidewalk, occasionally dipping into a corner store when the crowds become too much. He's been here long enough to know that despite how welcoming most monsters (and humans) can be, at least here, there is a portion of the population who isn't quite so nice. Normally they won't try to attack an unchanged monster unprompted, but they will treat them differently, ignoring them at best, and outright shunning them at worst. Basil, at least, toes a weird line between these two facts, because most humans find him too small and endearing to be afraid of. A select few are paranoid of everyone and everything, and know Basil for what he is.
A monster, whether he wants to be one or not.
He happens to overhear Vash as he whispers something hushed to a concerned passerby, his ears perking. It's not safe, he says with a sort of conviction that most newcomers don't have. Like yes, obviously it isn't safe in a world full of actual real monsters, but...there's something about his tone that speaks to a different matter entirely.
After a moment of nervous deliberation, thinking about approaching but then talking himself out of it, the issue is forced when someone surges past him and accidentally knocks him forward (not hard to do, he's so small), causing Basil to stumble right into Vash's side. He's quick to pull back, looking appropriately embarrassed and apologetic as he holds his hands in front of him, resisting the urge to just slap them over his face entirely.]
Ah! I'm sorry...are you okay?
[He asks after having bumped into him so lightly he may as well have been tickled by a feather.]
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He tries not to think about anyone else.
So the little Gargoyle has made the trip over, padding nervously from sidewalk to sidewalk, occasionally dipping into a corner store when the crowds become too much. He's been here long enough to know that despite how welcoming most monsters (and humans) can be, at least here, there is a portion of the population who isn't quite so nice. Normally they won't try to attack an unchanged monster unprompted, but they will treat them differently, ignoring them at best, and outright shunning them at worst. Basil, at least, toes a weird line between these two facts, because most humans find him too small and endearing to be afraid of. A select few are paranoid of everyone and everything, and know Basil for what he is.
A monster, whether he wants to be one or not.
He happens to overhear Vash as he whispers something hushed to a concerned passerby, his ears perking. It's not safe, he says with a sort of conviction that most newcomers don't have. Like yes, obviously it isn't safe in a world full of actual real monsters, but...there's something about his tone that speaks to a different matter entirely.
After a moment of nervous deliberation, thinking about approaching but then talking himself out of it, the issue is forced when someone surges past him and accidentally knocks him forward (not hard to do, he's so small), causing Basil to stumble right into Vash's side. He's quick to pull back, looking appropriately embarrassed and apologetic as he holds his hands in front of him, resisting the urge to just slap them over his face entirely.]
Ah! I'm sorry...are you okay?
[He asks after having bumped into him so lightly he may as well have been tickled by a feather.]