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Though he had made eye contact, it was brief, and it wasn’t long before he looked back at his hands, fiddling with his fingers. He listened as she spoke, finding it hard to believe that not long ago this was the same woman who had taken him down outside. Although trust was a hard thing for Florin, he felt like he could take her words as truth. He wasn’t sure of what was going on, but Florin could at the very least deduce he was in a safe zone for the time being.
Florin nodded. Dahlia, he’d remember that. He debated on how to introduce himself. He hadn’t introduced himself as..not as the numbers on his wrist for a while. In fact he hadn’t introduced himself in some time.
“Strotz. Florin Strotz,” he said after a moment. On second thought, he wasn’t quite sure if he should have said his surname, but then again, he was in the United States, which was far from being an ally of Sedori. He had that much known, which was slightly comforting, upon reminding himself of that.
He glanced at her hand, unsure what to do for a moment before slowly lifting his own to hers.
Florin Strotz. She quietly repeated the name to herself till her lips curved up into a faint smile. With her left hand under her right, she reached a bit to gently shake Florin's hand. Well, Dahlia hoped that she was gentle. It was odd to think she's shaking the hand of someone she just tackled not too long ago.
She let go then pulled the pizza box closer towards her. "I'm sorry for knocking you down like that, Florin," She sighed. Picking up another slice, she leaned forward and sat it down on his plate. "I am not sure how else to apologize except for this and however else I can help you."
None of it made any sense to her still. A random stranger wearing a military uniform just walking around the forest outside of her home. And he rarely makes eye contact. Then again, if she was in his spot, she'd probably act the same. Poor thing, she wondered if she hit Florin's head too hard or if he was too warm in that uniform.
"I do want to ask if you remember how you got here….but I'm too distracted by the uniform you got on," She stated as she stood up. "Looking at how everything is coming out strange, I am only guessing you have nowhere to stay so how about I get you a change of clothes? Something more comfy?"
Florin hadn’t shook hands with someone else for some time, though was familiar with the gesture. He retracted his hand back to himself again. “…It’s fine.” Florin responded. Though he was not fond of the action, and it would stay in his memory for some time, he couldn’t exactly blame her. For what would he do in her shoes? Probably something similar. “It’s not that bad.” And in the grand scale of things, it wasn’t. At least to what Florin had experienced, his mind momentarily recalling a memory of the first days on the Sedorian mainland, but quickly pushing it away. Now was not the time to be distracted.
His eyes drifted to the slice, and for a moment, he lifted his hand to the tip of his scarf where it stopped by the bridge of his nose. However, he paused. There seemed to be an internal debate that took place in his mind.
Florin flicked his eyes back up to her, but did not turn his head this time. He supposed it could be safe to switch out of what he was currently wearing, according to his knowledge that the Sedorians hadn’t made landfall in the States yet.
“What sort of clothes do you have..?” After a moment, he asked, hesitantly.
"Okay…." She whispered, nodding along. Keeping her eyes on him, she watched as he grabbed the scarf. Her brow quirked up noticing the ponder in his eyes while moving the scarf down to eat. There was so much hesitation in almost everything she has seen him do. Every little detail.
Dahlia wanted to make a comment about it, but she swallowed her words once Florin's eyes met hers. It took her a moment to go from thinking about her observation to the clothes. Her lips thinned out into a smile while holding her arms out. "Something like this," She answered. "Just a plain shirt and sweatpants."
"Excuse me for a moment, please." She turned around and walked down the little hallway into her room. A few minutes later, she came out with a long blue shirt and some gray sweatpants. Usually she gets clothes like that in men's sizes since they're comfortable.
Placing the folded shirt on top of the pants, she placed them down to Florin's right. "Like these." She patted them before taking a step back. "They should fit you, but they should be more comfortable than what you've got on now. Wear them if you'd like to."
Florin didn’t lower his scarf. Instead, he pulled away from that action, and turned towards watching Dahlia as to what she was doing.
To be honest, Florin couldn’t remember the time he wore casual clothing like what was offered to him now. Had he? He had to, but it wasn’t an important thing for him to remember, he supposed.
He set his fingers on his covered chin, as if in thought, his eyes slowly looking up to the ceiling, or near there.
After a moment, he nodded, a subtle thing. “Mhm. Sure,” he responded softly. “I’ll put them on.”
