[ The sudden shift in the stranger is as unmistakable as it is utterly bewildering. But at the same time, it's familiar. It dredges up half-buried childhood memories, the hatred and disgust Reiner encountered when strangers realized what he was. Reiner is six-foot-one and stronger than almost everyone he knows—but suddenly, he feels very small. ]
Okay?
[ His uncertainty turns the word into a question, his mind scrambling to figure out precisely what he did that was so offensive. Is "Reiner" a curse word where this man is from? Or does Reiner simply have the misfortune of sharing a name with someone this man knows?
Unable to figure it out, he unconsciously raises his hands in a vaguely placating gesture, somewhat hesitantly asking, ]
Did I … do something?
[ The Turtwig, perhaps sensing the changed mood (or getting tired of the mayonnaise), leaves its bowl and wanders over to Reiner's leg, giving his calf a light head-butt. ]
no subject
Okay?
[ His uncertainty turns the word into a question, his mind scrambling to figure out precisely what he did that was so offensive. Is "Reiner" a curse word where this man is from? Or does Reiner simply have the misfortune of sharing a name with someone this man knows?
Unable to figure it out, he unconsciously raises his hands in a vaguely placating gesture, somewhat hesitantly asking, ]
Did I … do something?
[ The Turtwig, perhaps sensing the changed mood (or getting tired of the mayonnaise), leaves its bowl and wanders over to Reiner's leg, giving his calf a light head-butt. ]