[Funny enough, the being-pulled-and-dragged-around-a-brand-new-world thing didn't seem to phase Dandy, at least not at first. His whole living with the flow mentality kicked into full gear and he just went along for the ride this crazy new place had in store for him.
Which was apparently being human again.
And in a room, alone with Maya.
He hasn't said much since it all happened, in fact he looked downright bored the entire time, but it's only when no one's looking does he like to show his emotions. Seeing a very human Maya is almost...nostalgic. It's difficult for him to explain, but a softness hits his face as he watches her examine her hands.
There you are.
It's the same lost girl he saw standing in the rain years ago, the same one who talked to him about cool TV shows and noticed his omamori. Who didn't make fun of him or try to make him feel stupid, who somehow didn't even yell at him when he threw a chair like an idiot.
It definitely felt like her "normal," but Dandy's stomach starts to drop when it slowly begins to dawn on him that his "normal" wasn't what she was introduced to. She's never even seen a picture of him human, let alone the for real deal. Even then, Dandy's having a hard time considering this as his "normal" to begin with, the idea almost feels forced. He may be human, but a lot has changed, enough where if anyone from his past saw him, they probably wouldn't recognize him. His hair was still left undone and much longer than he'd like it to be, his upper half more muscular thanks to a life of swimming.
He was different, a different Dandy. An idea that still terrifies him. Couldn't even be his original self, he's just some kind of byproduct of Ryslig's meddling. The softness that was once in his eyes contorts into confusion and...fear. He knows Maya isn't...like that, but the back of his mind starts to scream that he FUCKED THIS UP. A part of him even wants to see if he can sneak into the bathroom and at least attempt SOMETHING with his hair. Who even is he?]
Yeah, I guess...
[His voice is surprisingly soft, one of those rare moments where he holds back his usual...oomph. It's reserved.
Unsure.
If he were being honest, he can't stand the way she's looking at him right now, like he's just waiting for the disapproval. She hooked up with a mermaid for crying out loud. The flashy colors are gone, the fins, the webbing. It's like someone washed off all the glitz and glam, and everyone knows how much he loves that sort of flashy shit. It makes him feel so vulnerable, what could she possibly be thinking?!
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Which was apparently being human again.
And in a room, alone with Maya.
He hasn't said much since it all happened, in fact he looked downright bored the entire time, but it's only when no one's looking does he like to show his emotions. Seeing a very human Maya is almost...nostalgic. It's difficult for him to explain, but a softness hits his face as he watches her examine her hands.
There you are.
It's the same lost girl he saw standing in the rain years ago, the same one who talked to him about cool TV shows and noticed his omamori. Who didn't make fun of him or try to make him feel stupid, who somehow didn't even yell at him when he threw a chair like an idiot.
It definitely felt like her "normal," but Dandy's stomach starts to drop when it slowly begins to dawn on him that his "normal" wasn't what she was introduced to. She's never even seen a picture of him human, let alone the for real deal. Even then, Dandy's having a hard time considering this as his "normal" to begin with, the idea almost feels forced. He may be human, but a lot has changed, enough where if anyone from his past saw him, they probably wouldn't recognize him. His hair was still left undone and much longer than he'd like it to be, his upper half more muscular thanks to a life of swimming.
He was different, a different Dandy. An idea that still terrifies him. Couldn't even be his original self, he's just some kind of byproduct of Ryslig's meddling. The softness that was once in his eyes contorts into confusion and...fear. He knows Maya isn't...like that, but the back of his mind starts to scream that he FUCKED THIS UP. A part of him even wants to see if he can sneak into the bathroom and at least attempt SOMETHING with his hair. Who even is he?]
Yeah, I guess...
[His voice is surprisingly soft, one of those rare moments where he holds back his usual...oomph. It's reserved.
Unsure.
If he were being honest, he can't stand the way she's looking at him right now, like he's just waiting for the disapproval. She hooked up with a mermaid for crying out loud. The flashy colors are gone, the fins, the webbing. It's like someone washed off all the glitz and glam, and everyone knows how much he loves that sort of flashy shit. It makes him feel so vulnerable, what could she possibly be thinking?!
God, she makes this human shit look so easy.]