[ Jesse trailing after this thing towards the inn is a kind of comical sight. He's tiny compared to Bull Dude, for one, and his wide eyes of wary amazement that keep being dragged up to the guy make Jesse appear somehow smaller, younger. He follows like a nervous stray dog, always a few steps behind, skittish body language that gives the appearance that he's ready to whip around and bolt for safety the moment anything resembling danger shows itself.
But upon reaching the inn without incident, Jesse peeks through the door and... Wow, so he's met maybe one or two humans so far, but he had no idea there were this many? He slinks through the door and nervously trails after Bull Dude, hands fidgeting together as he darts glances all around him. When he reaches the food, Jesse stares at it all, stomach too knotted up with nerves for hunger, but he takes a plate in his slightly shaky hand and dishes himself small heaps of this and that.
Then, uncertain where to place himself in the dining room, where to go, he approaches the table where the Bull Dude is seated, and Jesse creeps into the seat opposite while setting his plate down. Jesus Christ. Even sitting down, this guy is a mountain. With horns, and the weirdest skin colour Jesse has ever seen. Jesse can't stop gaping in confounded, somewhat terrified awe. ]
Um, so... Um. [ Picking up a fork, which visibly shakes just a little in his hand. He makes himself look down at his food, which he jabs at while shifting restlessly on his seat. How the hell does one start a conversation with a mountain of weirdness? ] So, is-is that, like, really your name? Iron Bull?
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But upon reaching the inn without incident, Jesse peeks through the door and... Wow, so he's met maybe one or two humans so far, but he had no idea there were this many? He slinks through the door and nervously trails after Bull Dude, hands fidgeting together as he darts glances all around him. When he reaches the food, Jesse stares at it all, stomach too knotted up with nerves for hunger, but he takes a plate in his slightly shaky hand and dishes himself small heaps of this and that.
Then, uncertain where to place himself in the dining room, where to go, he approaches the table where the Bull Dude is seated, and Jesse creeps into the seat opposite while setting his plate down. Jesus Christ. Even sitting down, this guy is a mountain. With horns, and the weirdest skin colour Jesse has ever seen. Jesse can't stop gaping in confounded, somewhat terrified awe. ]
Um, so... Um. [ Picking up a fork, which visibly shakes just a little in his hand. He makes himself look down at his food, which he jabs at while shifting restlessly on his seat. How the hell does one start a conversation with a mountain of weirdness? ] So, is-is that, like, really your name? Iron Bull?