When the other is standing again, Bruno has to look up at him. That's nothing new, he has to do that with most people. He briefly ponders the merits of carrying a stepladder around with him just to avoid getting a crick in his neck all the time, but those thoughts scurry away when he takes in how... beautiful this stranger is.
It's a stark contrast to Bruno, himself, all of five-foot-four, narrowly built and clad in voluminous layers that conspire with his underfed state to make him look even smaller. Frankly, he looks like he's recovering from something. But he also looks as though he'll maybe recover into an attractive sort of fellow.
His smile is warm, though, and he gives a slightly amused chuckle. "They don't see strangers too often, and they're proud of the village, and of the house." He pats the door lovingly and a few tiles clatter in a manner that seems happy.
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It's a stark contrast to Bruno, himself, all of five-foot-four, narrowly built and clad in voluminous layers that conspire with his underfed state to make him look even smaller. Frankly, he looks like he's recovering from something. But he also looks as though he'll maybe recover into an attractive sort of fellow.
His smile is warm, though, and he gives a slightly amused chuckle. "They don't see strangers too often, and they're proud of the village, and of the house." He pats the door lovingly and a few tiles clatter in a manner that seems happy.
"What's your name?"