He's tall, and even though Credence has already made the observation, it bears repeating: he towers over him without even trying to. Not that it's hard, Credence is always slouching, always trying to be as small as possible. He looks up and finds he has to squint. He looks long enough to catch the smile, and tugs the journal that much closer to him.
His mouth is dry, for some reason, and it takes him a small moment to speak. When he does, his voice cracks a little in the beginning.
"Sorry to bother you, but I've never seen you here, and I was wondering if I could perhaps ask you a few questions?"
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His mouth is dry, for some reason, and it takes him a small moment to speak. When he does, his voice cracks a little in the beginning.
"Sorry to bother you, but I've never seen you here, and I was wondering if I could perhaps ask you a few questions?"