[as he has in this past--how many hops has it been now?--he reacts before he remembers himself. first is the creature, slinking back into whatever is the darkest, the wettest, the quietest. poised and feral. then, only once instinct and adrenaline has ebbed enough for him to realize that he's safe (more or less), is the man. and even then, his human shape straightens up but keeps everything else close to his chest. as long as there aren't any eyes on him, he doesn't need to put on much of a show.
he tries to hoard what information he can gather as he takes in his new world, but like any good shapeshifter, his immediate priority is to hide.
so, wonder and critical thought will come later. for now, he needs to blend himself as seamlessly as possible into the crowd. sticking to the alleys and trying to ignore the sensation that he basically glows compared to these peasants, he hunts for the easiest opportunity he can find to update his disguise.]
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he tries to hoard what information he can gather as he takes in his new world, but like any good shapeshifter, his immediate priority is to hide.
so, wonder and critical thought will come later. for now, he needs to blend himself as seamlessly as possible into the crowd. sticking to the alleys and trying to ignore the sensation that he basically glows compared to these peasants, he hunts for the easiest opportunity he can find to update his disguise.]