He didn't know if Avalon was more like him now or if he was more like Avalon, but slowly it started to make sense, less like being round and trying to fit into a hole that was square, anyway. He still didn't have anywhere to actually go, but for now he was happy enough just trying to help. There were plenty of places to shelter and food wasn't that hard to come by. Even now, he was fast, sneaky too, and often went unnoticed. He no longer seemed to blend in quite as much if he didn't try. Sometimes, he helped people and they recognised him, wanted to help him back. Mostly though, it was because of his appearance. He had long since learned not to sit with his hat in front of him, with people thinking that he was homeless, helpless. They were probably right about the first part, but he was far from helpless.
For now, he made his way through city, with no real purpose other than looking at his feet. He'd never really paid that much attention before. Feet were funny, weren't they? Sometimes, his toes tickled each other in his boots. Maybe if he spent less time on random thoughts and more time actually looking where he was going, he wouldn't have bumped into anyone, lost his footing and ended up face first in the pavement. He still forgot he was real, more real anyway, sometimes and that he could be touched, felled. He thought people could see him though.
"Oh!", he cried out as he scrambled onto his back, a little dazed and probably a little bruised. A hand reached out, a voice asking if he was alright. It had been an accident, but he shouldn't have done that, wasting when he should have been watching. When had he started to get so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't see people? That wasn't good. he had to see them, hear them to help them.
"I'm alright, bruised not broken. I should have watched", he replied, looking again at the offered hand. Oh, he wanted to help? He should let him. He wasn't the only one here who liked to help. Some people felt good when they did. He helped because that was what he did, was. There were other reasons too, he had learned.
Tag: Adrien Agreste
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