[ WHAT IS THIS GUY TRYING TO PULL? Adra swats away the little hand grabbing for his ear, but he can't quite stop the yank on his hair. Wincing, he goes to knees, and the children descend. Some of them had taken his earlier remark to heart, but a few others--including the swatted, intrepid explorer-seem enchanted by Sion's promise of fortune. Her tiny fingers brush the shell of Adra's ear, and scarlet color spreads over his cheeks. It's a light, child's touch, so it's not really that bad, but it's still goddamn embarrassing.]
Could you kindly stop encouraging them?
[ He hisses, even as he's gently nudging the kids away from his person. ]
Who the --
[ He stops, clears his throat. Cheeks still burning, eyes narrowed to slits, he tries again. ]
no subject
Could you kindly stop encouraging them?
[ He hisses, even as he's gently nudging the kids away from his person. ]
Who the --
[ He stops, clears his throat. Cheeks still burning, eyes narrowed to slits, he tries again. ]
Who are you, anyway?