[Gregor taps the pen slightly against the page. He doesn't really have friends here, and he knows his personal sense of shyness is the main cause of it. The freedom to choose his relationships without worrying if any of them are acting on a power-hungry ambition to twist him to their wishes is not as great as it sounds.
He glances at Ami. He's not really sure what to make of her, at this point, but her efforts, little by little, seem to have the effect of making him talk, if not yet drawing him out.]
All these journal messages do end up a simultaneous dull roar after a while, don't they?
[Action]
He glances at Ami. He's not really sure what to make of her, at this point, but her efforts, little by little, seem to have the effect of making him talk, if not yet drawing him out.]
All these journal messages do end up a simultaneous dull roar after a while, don't they?