[Oz--perhaps wisely--has no intention of pressing Oswald about Jack, at least not yet. Whatever guesses he's made about Oswald's thoughts and feelings, he'll keep to himself unless he has a reason to bring it up. Oswald has surely noticed that Oz's eyes lack the reflective emptiness of Jack's, but they're no less obersvant, and even now he's watching Oswald's expression as much as he's keeping tabs on the crowd around them.
Their angry neighbors don't seem to bother him, though. He continues rambling happily, espousing the virtues of his beloved series. He could probably keep this up for as long as it takes to get in the bookstore, if he felt like it.
But this is Empatheias, and a glare like the ones aimed at him usually serves as a warning. And sure enough, a spark of electricity makes him yelp, interrupting his cheerful monologue.]
Ow! [He winces, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. RUDE.] I was just talking!
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Their angry neighbors don't seem to bother him, though. He continues rambling happily, espousing the virtues of his beloved series. He could probably keep this up for as long as it takes to get in the bookstore, if he felt like it.
But this is Empatheias, and a glare like the ones aimed at him usually serves as a warning. And sure enough, a spark of electricity makes him yelp, interrupting his cheerful monologue.]
Ow! [He winces, lifting a hand to rub the back of his neck. RUDE.] I was just talking!