Now, as usual, Anatole was puzzled. His gut instinct was to sit down beside Marissa, rub her back and comfort her or something like that. But would she like that, or would it make her recoil?
Keep it bold.
Screw it, he sat behind her, rubbing her back almost like he would pet a cat. It was like a massage, maybe to help her relax and calm down. "Ey, I agree with the rest of them. It was stunning." Anatole stifled another laugh, a thought coming to his mind that he immediately vocalized. Maybe honesty would help. "Not going to lie, I sat out there beatboxing along. It probably didn't end up how you think it would end up, I'm not good at it." He blew a raspberry with his lips.
"But I get you. I'd think it strange and scary if someone found me beatboxing to high heaven to 'Cry Me a River'. You're not really that alone." He laughed again, looking her in the eyes. "It's okay."
How I'd die to catch the freedom of falling...
The Lord of Advanced Summoning, Anatole Evans
STA:14 AGI:7 STR:4 CTRL:5