Jean, Mathis' butler, always took care of him. So, of course, he doesn't really know how to cook or anything like that. Which makes his stomach growl when he sees food stalls throughout the market. He's already embarrassed by the sound, and is shrinking behind a wall, staring at a nearby stall, staring intently.
He wants to get food, but he's too scared to talk enough to even ask for it. So he's trying to work up the gumption to brave the crowd and say what he wants. Give him a few minutes.
...Except he's still not moving out of his spot even a few minutes later. His stomach growls again at the smells and sights, clearly desperate for sustenance.
..::|| Lion Dancing ||::..
How...? How did he get stuck in this predicament. He's absolutely trembling as he tries (and fails) to desperately match the steps he can see other people's feet do. Even if he was told he didn't have to... what else is he supposed to do? He'd completely freeze up otherwise. He's trying.
Thankfully, he starts to get into the rhythm a bit. Once he feels like he's doing better at he steps, it's even a bit... fun. Until he bumps into the lion dancer partner in front of him. And Mathis goes rigid, his face red from embarrassment.
"...S... S... S-s-so... rry..." His voice is so meek, it can barely be heard.
..::|| Farm Follies ||::..
Being kind to others really should be easier. Really. He thinks as he stares at one of the cows, directly in front of him, as it refuses to move. How is he supposed to get this back if it won't do anything?
"...P... Please...?" Mathis tries asking politely, as if it could understand him (Or maybe it's because he knows it can't that it's a little easier for him to speak to it). Can't blame him for trying, right?
He's deep in thought for a moment, wondering how to do this. He doesn't want to be mean to it to get it to move, especially since it could go on the defensive and probably make some decently swift work of him. It seems content on staying stationary.
"...Maybe if I got it some food...? ....But what do cows like...? ...The grass is all covered in snow..."
..::|| S'mores ||::..
Mathis had finally, skittishly, managed to sidle up to one of the fires in the braveness of toasting a marshmallow to see what it's like. Much to his chagrin, it doesn't take much for the little white puff to catch on fire, and Mathis yelps.
"Wh...wh.... what do I d-do?!"
He holds out his stick away from others, not wanting to drop the flame or hit someone with it and make things worse. But he looks absolutely panicked about it. Please help him.
Mathis Claude | Virche Evermore
Jean, Mathis' butler, always took care of him. So, of course, he doesn't really know how to cook or anything like that. Which makes his stomach growl when he sees food stalls throughout the market. He's already embarrassed by the sound, and is shrinking behind a wall, staring at a nearby stall, staring intently.
He wants to get food, but he's too scared to talk enough to even ask for it. So he's trying to work up the gumption to brave the crowd and say what he wants. Give him a few minutes.
...Except he's still not moving out of his spot even a few minutes later. His stomach growls again at the smells and sights, clearly desperate for sustenance.
..::|| Lion Dancing ||::..
How...? How did he get stuck in this predicament. He's absolutely trembling as he tries (and fails) to desperately match the steps he can see other people's feet do. Even if he was told he didn't have to... what else is he supposed to do? He'd completely freeze up otherwise. He's trying.
Thankfully, he starts to get into the rhythm a bit. Once he feels like he's doing better at he steps, it's even a bit... fun. Until he bumps into the lion dancer partner in front of him. And Mathis goes rigid, his face red from embarrassment.
"...S... S... S-s-so... rry..." His voice is so meek, it can barely be heard.
..::|| Farm Follies ||::..
Being kind to others really should be easier. Really. He thinks as he stares at one of the cows, directly in front of him, as it refuses to move. How is he supposed to get this back if it won't do anything?
"...P... Please...?" Mathis tries asking politely, as if it could understand him (Or maybe it's because he knows it can't that it's a little easier for him to speak to it). Can't blame him for trying, right?
He's deep in thought for a moment, wondering how to do this. He doesn't want to be mean to it to get it to move, especially since it could go on the defensive and probably make some decently swift work of him. It seems content on staying stationary.
"...Maybe if I got it some food...? ....But what do cows like...? ...The grass is all covered in snow..."
..::|| S'mores ||::..
Mathis had finally, skittishly, managed to sidle up to one of the fires in the braveness of toasting a marshmallow to see what it's like. Much to his chagrin, it doesn't take much for the little white puff to catch on fire, and Mathis yelps.
"Wh...wh.... what do I d-do?!"
He holds out his stick away from others, not wanting to drop the flame or hit someone with it and make things worse. But he looks absolutely panicked about it. Please help him.