He winces, instinctively, when she speaks. His shoulders hunch in on themselves out of habit. She has every right to be angry with him: he should have told her before he got back to town and he shouldn't have avoided Cecilia to begin with. Still, Fabrice wants very much for his twin not to be angry at him.
"I'm fine," he assures her. "It's..." He chews on his lower lip, trying to think of how to best explain his situation. "I tend to transform into my deer form whenever I get too nervous or wound up."
And now, of course, for the part he most dreads telling her. "And I might have accidentally been startled walking into town the other day."
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Date: 2015-07-24 12:51 am (UTC)"I'm fine," he assures her. "It's..." He chews on his lower lip, trying to think of how to best explain his situation. "I tend to transform into my deer form whenever I get too nervous or wound up."
And now, of course, for the part he most dreads telling her. "And I might have accidentally been startled walking into town the other day."