✺ 𝑯 𝑼 𝑪 𝑲
░░░░░ taurus • he-him • gay • 22 years • tags: kaz, lili • mentions: rhae • location: the crash site ░░░░░
Huck knew dimly that his two companions had probably watched his ungainly approach. That hardly mattered now anyways, he had arrived and they would soon forget it. Although he didn’t let it show, his leg was bothering him immensely. He couldn't put weight on his bad foot, so he was essentially standing solely on the other—which was quite the balance act; and with the added instability of wherever they were’s peculiar gravity, the entire position was more than precarious.
“Oh yes,” Huck nodded and shrugged nonchalantly. “Never have I walking with more grace than that excursion.” Hippotam, hippotam. He had never heard of that. “Unfamiliar with said animal, but I assume that’s a compliment.” He let the corner of his mouth rise, as if daring him to contradict, just for a second. Still, the foreign word rang in his mind. He had seen Rhae (a Cancer), met Kaz (from Scorpio), and this new girl (certainly not a Taurisian). None of them spoke his native language, or each other’s. They didn’t really know anything about the culture of the other planets. To be totally honest, very little of his life had been preoccupied with thinking about the other planets before. But now they were thrown together, in some unidentified non natural place, speaking English, which was no one's native language. It all felt very… he felt lonely. Out of place. With a soft, unnatural ache, he realized he longed for any little part of home. But there were none.
“Well, naturally. Anyone who watches a performance like that of my and my dear acquaintance’s recent encounter and comes out with a smile is certainly someone I must find again.” He sighed sarcastically for emphasis. “I’m afraid I’ll have to get back to you regarding the lessons of fight. I find myself currently, erm,” He ran a hand through his hair. “Well, might one say I’m indisposed.” He could feel his palms sweating beneath his leather gloves. Luckily he had cut off the fingers a few years ago, otherwise he probably would have had to remove them entirely by this point because of the heat.
He breathed in sharply as a jolt of pain tore through his leg, his face contorting into a brief but troubled troubled grimace. He leaned forward slightly, trying to steady himself and his breaths. Instinctively, he reached for Kaz and put a steadying hand onto the Scorpio’s forearm, half to prevent himself from toppling over and half for an unconscious desire for reassurance—although he would never admit that. Take control of the situation, Huck. He tried to give a playful smile, but it certainly wasn’t up to his usual standards.