The chill was working its way to his bones, and soon Hunter couldn't quite feel anything, not the jerking of his limbs, or the way his teeth gnashed together. His eyes, wide and bird-like, stared at the man like an owl, watching as he pushed them back, offering him nothing but a deadpan stare.
If it was intimidation to stare at Hunter that way, it would work, and the hermit Hopper quickly ducked his face away, accepting the gloves and attempting to hide his face.
People do not look at Hunter!
“Right-please stop looking at me bad things could--” Hunter spoke, clipping his voice when he realized his second fear: being heard. Was it too late? Was the man doomed?
Shaking, it took a few moments to work the gloves on, but when he finally managed them, he noted the chill beginning to subside, leaving Hunter to stare dumbfounded at his hands.
If it was intimidation to stare at Hunter that way, it would work, and the hermit Hopper quickly ducked his face away, accepting the gloves and attempting to hide his face.
People do not look at Hunter!
“Right-please stop looking at me bad things could--” Hunter spoke, clipping his voice when he realized his second fear: being heard. Was it too late? Was the man doomed?
Shaking, it took a few moments to work the gloves on, but when he finally managed them, he noted the chill beginning to subside, leaving Hunter to stare dumbfounded at his hands.