It's like running into a bundle of sticks wrapped in fluff, a human being comprised of balsa wood and marshmallows and draped in soft, floppy linen. With a small huff of air he does, indeed, fall over, and unsurprisingly so, given how small he is, but scrambles back to his feet immediately.
"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," he natters and frets, his voice even more incongruous to the stories then the rest of him--soft and light and a bit raspy from disuse, genuine concern obvious in his tone. "Are you okay?"
Close to, this Bruno is a delicate-looking fellow, all the more for also appearing as though he's recovering from something if the somewhat pallid complexion and the circles round his eyes are any indication. Magic courses through him and radiates off of him, all but crackling in the air around him. It's a magic he isn't entirely comfortable with, as though he'd much rather have something less powerful and more suited to the soft and unassuming personality that manages to seep into his every motion.
He smells kind of nice, though, smoke and sage over the faint musky undercurrent of someone who keeps animals.
"Oh!" he says after a beat. "You must be new here--I mean, it's a small village and everyone knows everyone else and it's still easy to recognise people even after ten years and we don't get a lot of strangers and I'm not making this first impression any better, so I'm... gonna try again," he finishes, wilting slightly. Then he puts out a hand to shake, with a bashful smile. "I'm Bruno. Uh, welcome to the Encanto?"
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"I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going," he natters and frets, his voice even more incongruous to the stories then the rest of him--soft and light and a bit raspy from disuse, genuine concern obvious in his tone. "Are you okay?"
Close to, this Bruno is a delicate-looking fellow, all the more for also appearing as though he's recovering from something if the somewhat pallid complexion and the circles round his eyes are any indication. Magic courses through him and radiates off of him, all but crackling in the air around him. It's a magic he isn't entirely comfortable with, as though he'd much rather have something less powerful and more suited to the soft and unassuming personality that manages to seep into his every motion.
He smells kind of nice, though, smoke and sage over the faint musky undercurrent of someone who keeps animals.
"Oh!" he says after a beat. "You must be new here--I mean, it's a small village and everyone knows everyone else and it's still easy to recognise people even after ten years and we don't get a lot of strangers and I'm not making this first impression any better, so I'm... gonna try again," he finishes, wilting slightly. Then he puts out a hand to shake, with a bashful smile. "I'm Bruno. Uh, welcome to the Encanto?"