[And stew he does. He's not sure what to make of that-- Oren seems to be from a different period, so he doesn't know whether to assume it's a date is the kind of casual slang it sometimes is where he's from, or if it's completely serious.
Ryan answers the door with a slightly nervous smile, wearing a shirt with short, loose sleeves and shorts that are fairly similar (more like capris, really- were those full-sized pants on someone else?...) The fins on his forearms and legs are left exposed, along with his feet, which shoes just don't quite fit on now that they've become webbed and just wide enough to be an annoyance. He's even made a slight effort with his hair, pulling it into as neat a tail as he can manage, and the yellow parts of his skin are a bright, healthy shade.]
You didn't have to hurry, you know.
[But he's pleased not to be left waiting, nonetheless. Ryan steps back and beckons him in.]
But, uh- thanks for coming. I appreciate the offer.
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Ryan answers the door with a slightly nervous smile, wearing a shirt with short, loose sleeves and shorts that are fairly similar (more like capris, really- were those full-sized pants on someone else?...) The fins on his forearms and legs are left exposed, along with his feet, which shoes just don't quite fit on now that they've become webbed and just wide enough to be an annoyance. He's even made a slight effort with his hair, pulling it into as neat a tail as he can manage, and the yellow parts of his skin are a bright, healthy shade.]
You didn't have to hurry, you know.
[But he's pleased not to be left waiting, nonetheless. Ryan steps back and beckons him in.]
But, uh- thanks for coming. I appreciate the offer.