[Her huffiness is cute and more or less the reaction he expected, so he'll call that a win on his end for now. So he just gives a cheeky smile and a 'gotcha' when she proposes their meeting spot, and is thankfully graced with privacy so that she doesn't have to see him awkwardly rise onto his hooves again and dress himself. As he usually does, he's still wearing a sash at his waist, though this now has the added benefit of keeping his tunic in place and obscuring how his clothes are more fitted for a human in their length than a stag jinba.
Next is to grab his gloves, Failnaught, and quiver, and fully equipped, makes his way to the patch. When he spots Hayame lingering there, beautiful in the light and shade, he's suddenly struck by a sense of nerves and a feeling of awkwardness, slowing his trot to a walk. He reassured her he didn't want to think of this as weird so much as a learning experience, but what if she decided he was too weird like this? Somehow too strange to her, either because he wasn't in the human body she'd grown familiar with, or because he didn't even have the half-horse shape she might have expected?
He stews on those doubts for a hesitation perhaps a little too long to seem natural, before settling on the Claude specialty: blustering through anyway and calling to signal his approach.]
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Next is to grab his gloves, Failnaught, and quiver, and fully equipped, makes his way to the patch. When he spots Hayame lingering there, beautiful in the light and shade, he's suddenly struck by a sense of nerves and a feeling of awkwardness, slowing his trot to a walk. He reassured her he didn't want to think of this as weird so much as a learning experience, but what if she decided he was too weird like this? Somehow too strange to her, either because he wasn't in the human body she'd grown familiar with, or because he didn't even have the half-horse shape she might have expected?
He stews on those doubts for a hesitation perhaps a little too long to seem natural, before settling on the Claude specialty: blustering through anyway and calling to signal his approach.]
Hey! Thanks for waiting.