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Quiet thinking never seemed to leave him. It was better in some ways. Gaël always thought before he spoke unlike some who shouted out whatever came to mind. Yet, it was worse in others. He’d close up and keep his thoughts to himself with other’s questioning what he was thinking about.
His head leaned forward slightly while his black bangs curled over one of his turquoise eyes. This morning started out with a shake, but he was calmed soon enough. There was always something he could relax under. He could brush off the thoughts that usually stabbed him away for the moment. That was enough for now.
His ears were perked, listening to the songs the birds sang while trying to match along with his guitar. A small, content smile was pulled to his lips. The gentle morte dre Soul man wasn’t in the mood for any rough hits. Instead, he was more so in the mood for a calm day alone, or perhaps even a kind, quiet talk.
The smile disappeared as soon as he heard the rustling not far off, his body tensed faintly with his eyes narrowing in a cautious manner. His playing stopped not soon after as he saw a pale tan woman appear. Her words were in English, sounding almost curious to him. It took him a moment to decide if he’d reply back. She seemed interested in his guitar.
“Dis…?” He moved his hand lightly over the instrument, his ears still perked forward. “A guitar,” his words were thick with an accent. It had been awhile since he had even spoken English. French had been the language he was birthed upon… his mother language.
He took in a breath, offering the lady a small gentle smile like he held no threat towards her. If something suddenly happened, he wondered if he could protect himself and not hold any guilt to the damage he’d do. His head simply gave a shake. The gentle giant wouldn’t enjoy harming a soul.
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