[ He's not trying to be creepy!! Roxas had first noticed that there was someone with glowing skin near a bright ring of bright plantlife on the ground. The woods were full of strange enough things; a fairy ring on the ground seems nothing new, though seeing an actual creature settled inside of it is something new. He's never seen one of Carpet's kind before, or ever gone to meet one in person (so to speak), and the intricate patterns and design of his species was really something to be marveled. With his eyesight, yeah, he's going to be curious about what sort of monster he's turned into. And also about the person he's holding in his arms, or what he's going to do with them.
Either way, he shouldn't have expected to remain hidden. All monsters seemed to have a keener sense to let them know something was around. Carpet notices him, and while Roxas remains completely still and staring, his greeting is as friendly as Roxas didn't expect it to be. He keeps watching like a creeper, unfortunately, as he debates what to do. Then he cranes his neck forward and slowly turns it, managing his focus on the little nymph before he allows himself to climb forward on the branch. Roxas then makes a small leap from one branch to another one, closer to its trunk, and with a shake of its leaves. ]
Hello...? [ He calls out to carpet hesitantly. He's finally more in sight here, his wings and feathers and talons all evident through his torn pants and black shirt. His eyes are still wide and yellow, his feathers lifted in a careful ruffle. He's obviously on the defense. ]
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Either way, he shouldn't have expected to remain hidden. All monsters seemed to have a keener sense to let them know something was around. Carpet notices him, and while Roxas remains completely still and staring, his greeting is as friendly as Roxas didn't expect it to be. He keeps watching like a creeper, unfortunately, as he debates what to do. Then he cranes his neck forward and slowly turns it, managing his focus on the little nymph before he allows himself to climb forward on the branch. Roxas then makes a small leap from one branch to another one, closer to its trunk, and with a shake of its leaves. ]
Hello...? [ He calls out to carpet hesitantly. He's finally more in sight here, his wings and feathers and talons all evident through his torn pants and black shirt. His eyes are still wide and yellow, his feathers lifted in a careful ruffle. He's obviously on the defense. ]