by Charlemagne » Tue Mar 29, 2011 2:54 pm
Matt didn't look straight at Skye, instead his eyes darted here and there, in all sorts of directions. He was painfully shy when it came to meeting new people. He shifted his weight on one foot, grabbing his left arm with his right. It was a habit of his, not necessarily a bad one, but he did it enough to call it a habit. "I," he paused, correcting himself, "yes, I am," he said, moving his right arm up and down. His backpack slumped down his arm and hooked on his bent elbow. He pushed it back up again, using the same hand to wipe the sweat off of his forehead.