[ It doesn't feel particularly like anything he needs to get acclimated to; for better or worse the return to a body (or at least the casing of one) that makes sense to him stitches back into place all the self-assurance only slowly regrowing in Zion. Utterly unfamiliar surroundings aside the longer he's there the more he walks and talks and breathes and generally is, like he belongs there.
Not that that means complacency, the more visible signs of hypervigilance in someone like Hawke are just obscured by his propensity to lean on and flop against things like a puppy (yes) that could lapse into sleep at any time. Which he might! He just also might, or ...have might, until recently, also explode near things into flames. As the situation called for.
Right now thankfully it calls for none of that, the bars pricking more his curiosity than anything else. The sidewalk slopes up, becoming an actual hill the further it stretches, to the point where Hawke actually has to lengthen his strides to keep up with it and he ducks out from Anders' arm to hold his hand again instead. Actually, because he can, he snags both hands with an expression of intense (ridiculous) determination, like Anders is possibly a wheelbarrow that needs to be hauled up this incredibly steep incline.
Although emerging from the greenery altogether actually does stop him short a second, the source of the sounds slowly trickling in from inside now at least kind of explained. He'd just filtered most of them out because they seemed normal. ]
Anders, if you were any other person I'd suspect this to be a meticulously orchestrated prank.
[ It's not, it's just the very outskirts of the Zoo! Where they have a farm animal exhibit for, you know, who haven't left the same block in the Bronx their entire lives and are really only familiar with like ...pigeons, and maybe a neighbor's chihuahua, in terms of animal life. ]
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Not that that means complacency, the more visible signs of hypervigilance in someone like Hawke are just obscured by his propensity to lean on and flop against things like a puppy (yes) that could lapse into sleep at any time. Which he might! He just also might, or ...have might, until recently, also explode near things into flames. As the situation called for.
Right now thankfully it calls for none of that, the bars pricking more his curiosity than anything else. The sidewalk slopes up, becoming an actual hill the further it stretches, to the point where Hawke actually has to lengthen his strides to keep up with it and he ducks out from Anders' arm to hold his hand again instead. Actually, because he can, he snags both hands with an expression of intense (ridiculous) determination, like Anders is possibly a wheelbarrow that needs to be hauled up this incredibly steep incline.
Although emerging from the greenery altogether actually does stop him short a second, the source of the sounds slowly trickling in from inside now at least kind of explained. He'd just filtered most of them out because they seemed normal. ]
Anders, if you were any other person I'd suspect this to be a meticulously orchestrated prank.
[ It's not, it's just the very outskirts of the Zoo! Where they have a farm animal exhibit for, you know, who haven't left the same block in the Bronx their entire lives and are really only familiar with like ...pigeons, and maybe a neighbor's chihuahua, in terms of animal life. ]