Bruno hesitates, wavering, his gaze darting for a moment. Something about this stranger's voice draws him in. And the more it draws him in the more he knows he should fight it. And the more he fights it, the more it pulls at his consciousness.
Besides, he seems polite. And Bruno's the last person who's got a leg to stand on to criticise anyone's state of cleanliness. He may be washed and brushed now, but those ten years were pretty filthy.
"No, no, it's... it's okay." He looks back at the door. "Maybe you'd like to come in? Tell us your story. We have plenty of food, I mean, you look a bit hungry, is all. I'm Bruno, by the way." He takes Kronid's hand and shakes it firmly enough, though his hand is bony.
He's relatively intelligent, this Bruno, but his attempts at guile fall very short, as this is a pretty obvious attempt to get this visitor inside the house, where he'd be at a disadvantage.
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Besides, he seems polite. And Bruno's the last person who's got a leg to stand on to criticise anyone's state of cleanliness. He may be washed and brushed now, but those ten years were pretty filthy.
"No, no, it's... it's okay." He looks back at the door. "Maybe you'd like to come in? Tell us your story. We have plenty of food, I mean, you look a bit hungry, is all. I'm Bruno, by the way." He takes Kronid's hand and shakes it firmly enough, though his hand is bony.
He's relatively intelligent, this Bruno, but his attempts at guile fall very short, as this is a pretty obvious attempt to get this visitor inside the house, where he'd be at a disadvantage.