Truly, Hugh is extremely fortunate that his present company remains as calm as he manages to. It's not the sort of occurrence that many people would be able to handle well at all -- which would admittedly be well-justified. Despite the relaxed state the boy is in, everything else about the reality of it screams the opposite. It's not only unnatural, it's frightening, and no doubt could make him seem dangerous.
It wouldn't be the first time he'd be assumed to be possessed by something a lot worse than bees, in any case. Even among the diverse world of Peculiars, the way the boy's body works is something of an oddity. And not so much the welcomed kind. He wasn't exactly first on the list to be adopted out by anyone back when he actually did belong to a system.
The slight shift in the tone of the words is enough to have Hugh finally stirring, and he hazily blinks his eyes, manner almost bizarrely sweet for what eerie thing is going on with him. It takes him a moment to remember where he is exactly, and in that moment he spots the bee, eyes slowly widening.
"Y-- What are you doing?"
If this situation wasn't already outrageous enough, the fact is that the child is speaking to the insect with familiarity, eyebrows shooting up as he leans forwards. "You're not supposed to be out here!"
The bee guiltily darts around the small space, clearly evading him. Hugh scoffs lightly, and only then remembers they've an audience, looking over to Cricket again. Hugh doesn't seem bothered at all by the fact his stomach is buzzing; in fact, he hardly seems aware of it. He's become too focused on the other male, expression melting into apprehension, lifting the end of a long jacket sleeve to press near his mouth.
"I've got bees in me."
Well that's certainly to the point... It comes out hurried like a confession, bottled up truth spilling out in black and white.
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Date: 2019-04-25 04:01 am (UTC)It wouldn't be the first time he'd be assumed to be possessed by something a lot worse than bees, in any case. Even among the diverse world of Peculiars, the way the boy's body works is something of an oddity. And not so much the welcomed kind. He wasn't exactly first on the list to be adopted out by anyone back when he actually did belong to a system.
The slight shift in the tone of the words is enough to have Hugh finally stirring, and he hazily blinks his eyes, manner almost bizarrely sweet for what eerie thing is going on with him. It takes him a moment to remember where he is exactly, and in that moment he spots the bee, eyes slowly widening.
"Y-- What are you doing?"
If this situation wasn't already outrageous enough, the fact is that the child is speaking to the insect with familiarity, eyebrows shooting up as he leans forwards. "You're not supposed to be out here!"
The bee guiltily darts around the small space, clearly evading him. Hugh scoffs lightly, and only then remembers they've an audience, looking over to Cricket again. Hugh doesn't seem bothered at all by the fact his stomach is buzzing; in fact, he hardly seems aware of it. He's become too focused on the other male, expression melting into apprehension, lifting the end of a long jacket sleeve to press near his mouth.
"I've got bees in me."
Well that's certainly to the point... It comes out hurried like a confession, bottled up truth spilling out in black and white.