"Uh-" Ooooh no. Oh no. He has no idea what he's doing. For a couple seconds he just stands there with a look of alarm plastered on his face, looking like he may be trying to find an escape route.
In retrospect he maybe should have come up with a more in-depth cover story before going to an "in-costume" social event. Or... or maybe he didn't need to! He can keep it up, he can do this. Yes.
He forces away the terrified expression as if it were never there, trying to replace it with one of casual confidence, as if he actually knows that what he is saying is true, and is not pulling it off the top of his head.
"Well, there are some things in common - I mean, the trees have leaves and stuff. But, uh, the leaves are- they're blue instead of green. And there are these things that are like, uum... they're like birds but they have six legs." Totally nailing it- wait no not quite. "And they spit acid." Perfect.
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In retrospect he maybe should have come up with a more in-depth cover story before going to an "in-costume" social event. Or... or maybe he didn't need to! He can keep it up, he can do this. Yes.
He forces away the terrified expression as if it were never there, trying to replace it with one of casual confidence, as if he actually knows that what he is saying is true, and is not pulling it off the top of his head.
"Well, there are some things in common - I mean, the trees have leaves and stuff. But, uh, the leaves are- they're blue instead of green. And there are these things that are like, uum... they're like birds but they have six legs." Totally nailing it- wait no not quite. "And they spit acid." Perfect.