Blake Grahm; never interacted with a single Saurian in his life now finds himself stuck in the middle of a High School full of them.
Severely out of their Depth they try to maintain control, but perhaps their Fear & Anxiety doesn't have to be endure...
This is the single most terrifying thing I've experienced in my life.
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Keep it cool Blake, keep it cool. Nobody looks hungry, everybody is minding their business...
Except the homeless man right next to me- i-is it possible for a Saurian to be feral? Or hell- RABID!? no- no even Humans contract Rabies but isn't that the problem here?
He isn't frothing out the mouth or convulsing so obviously not... It'd help if he didn't stare.
Focus!
Right. Right. 102M 2024 B.C. Current objective: St.Hammond High. I was afraid my Grandma had a hand in the selection considering I was heading to Dinofornia as well but it seems to be an Arts School. That's...
That's good.
I mean, yeah I'm decent... I guess.
But not to the point of attending an Art School to hone my craft. I never did well in those classes, no matter how much I liked doodling.
Maybe this will be a chance to do something about it.
I feel my nerves begin to calm down, I can almost tune out that I'm surrounded by walking, talking, murder-machines almost constantly, but we're working on it.
Not until the Sun decided to fucking vanish. What in Go-
WHITE WHALE! HOLY GRAIL!
" Ah, Hello, I hope I did not disturb your train of thought, you looked to be in the middle of something. "
The chant in my head demands that I focus on my vitals first before going and floundering whatever social response was needed for this.
With breathing under control-
" 's fine "
... He lifted one of his pale eyebrows, fuck, that was a mumble wasn't it! Oh lord he could probably use that gargantuan hand to pop my head like a damn Grape.
" It's- it's alright, sir. " Managed to adjust my volume about above the Tram Car as it sped along to my location.
Wait, second question- why is he talking to me?
" Ah, sorry, these old ear-holes can't pick up a sound of anything less than dynamite popping.
I wouldn't want our first impressions of eachother to be off on the wrong foot. "
I think it's quite simple. You're big enough to squash me and I'm small enough for you to try, introductions set.
I nod my head with the classic hum of non-commital approval. People usually talk for themselves or accommodate for me. Which is fine, but I'm REALLY banking on that when interacting with these people.
