James Dunbar, HP 5/5
Dark Nemesis said:
The girl did not reply at first to James’ mumbled apology. She lowered her eyes and stared down at her hands, before asking, “Is your hand okay?”
James flushed again at the reminder of his little tantrum. He raised his hand and turned it around in front of his eyes, looking at it and frowning.
"It's fine. I heal fast." As he spoke, James felt his words strike off a brief memory..
'Let's see how fast you heal, hmm? Shall we start with burns?' The flash of memory startled him for a moment, and he gave a small shiver. Lowering his hand, James looked at the girl. His stare was intense, but oddly unfocused - like he wasn't examining her as intently as he seemed to be, but didn't know any other way to look at people.
He began to open his mouth a few times and then closed it again, appearing to be the veritable personification of awkwardness. Abruptly, he spoke.
"Who are you?" 'Nice. Friendly like. You're just charming everyone today, huh?' The blunt question hung in the air, James looking even more awkward and somewhat out of his depth.
"Uh..I mean, I'm James. You're...?" His scrambling attempt to rephrase the question in a less aggressive fashion merely showed just how unused to this sort of conversation James was. Giving up before he dug himself deeper, his mouth snapped shut, and he mutely stared at the girl - his slightly too intense gaze not much of an improvement.
'Wow, are you ever on a roll!' '...Oh, shut up.'