"I don't know much about cats," Hugh admits, scrunching his nose slightly in thought. "They always seemed a little scary." Probably because of the way they stalk and chase things. "Still, I'd like to meet one sometime." He enjoys animals very much, even if he has most experience with bugs, not furry critters.
He watches as the bees make their exit, no doubt to enjoy some fresh air and to stretch their wings. Get something to eat and drink, explore the area. They'll have to be careful not to attract any attention, however. The men who are after him know about the bees, and wouldn't hesitate to exterminate them.
There's only a straggler or two hanging back, which Hugh lifts his brows at, and they eventually drift off. That done, the boy's turning back to Cricket, those words catching in his mind: 'It'll get warmer over the next few weeks.'
Weeks... somehow that feels like a very long time to him now. It's taken him a little while to be able to process that Cricket is letting him stay, and there's part of him that still isn't sure exactly how long that means. There's some childish need for clarification, even though he's already really gotten it.
He's still thinking about it as he listens to the instructions, moving around to join his new companion. Hugh isn't too familiar with physical labor, not that this is anything too intense -- but despite clearly being outside a lot, his hands are soft, not calloused. Being outside for him mostly entails sitting there, napping in the sunshine (what little he could find back in England, anyway). It's probably clear by the softness of his fingertips that he hasn't done much work like this before. So it's a new experience, and that means it's exciting. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as he concentrates, following along with whatever Cricket will tell him to do next, and being safety-conscious along the way.
It's only after a few minutes, when he's taking a step back from the condensers like instructed, that the statement blurts out of him all of a sudden. "There's people after me."
He had skirted past this earlier, but... he should tell him. It wouldn't be right to let Cricket put himself in potential danger for a few days or weeks or however long he lets him stay. (Forever?) He's gotten attached to the idea already, of helping the man around his home, and having his bees make honey, and exploring orchards and gardens... but he has to be responsible, too.
"Because of what I am. A Peculiar. They... could be dangerous. I've seen them kill people before, just for being in the way." He looks up at Cricket. "I don't want you to get hurt just for helping me."
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Date: 2019-05-29 06:48 pm (UTC)He watches as the bees make their exit, no doubt to enjoy some fresh air and to stretch their wings. Get something to eat and drink, explore the area. They'll have to be careful not to attract any attention, however. The men who are after him know about the bees, and wouldn't hesitate to exterminate them.
There's only a straggler or two hanging back, which Hugh lifts his brows at, and they eventually drift off. That done, the boy's turning back to Cricket, those words catching in his mind: 'It'll get warmer over the next few weeks.'
Weeks... somehow that feels like a very long time to him now. It's taken him a little while to be able to process that Cricket is letting him stay, and there's part of him that still isn't sure exactly how long that means. There's some childish need for clarification, even though he's already really gotten it.
He's still thinking about it as he listens to the instructions, moving around to join his new companion. Hugh isn't too familiar with physical labor, not that this is anything too intense -- but despite clearly being outside a lot, his hands are soft, not calloused. Being outside for him mostly entails sitting there, napping in the sunshine (what little he could find back in England, anyway). It's probably clear by the softness of his fingertips that he hasn't done much work like this before. So it's a new experience, and that means it's exciting. His tongue pokes out from between his lips as he concentrates, following along with whatever Cricket will tell him to do next, and being safety-conscious along the way.
It's only after a few minutes, when he's taking a step back from the condensers like instructed, that the statement blurts out of him all of a sudden. "There's people after me."
He had skirted past this earlier, but... he should tell him. It wouldn't be right to let Cricket put himself in potential danger for a few days or weeks or however long he lets him stay. (Forever?) He's gotten attached to the idea already, of helping the man around his home, and having his bees make honey, and exploring orchards and gardens... but he has to be responsible, too.
"Because of what I am. A Peculiar. They... could be dangerous. I've seen them kill people before, just for being in the way." He looks up at Cricket. "I don't want you to get hurt just for helping me."