Julien regards both man and dog with moderate curiosity, within the boundaries of polite reserve. While he cannot miss the distrust he's greeted with, he does not take it personally. Nor does he allow it to deter him – perhaps his success will be limited, but even an opened door has given him a face to associate with the room and a master to associate with the hound.
"As I took up residence here yesterday, I thought it past time that I introduce myself to my neighbours."
Julien's Voldoan accent is strong, immediately marking him as foreign. Fortunately it has an equivalent in this world – French, his Xochipilli tour guide had assumed – because he cannot prevent it from being distinctive. He certainly knows better than to try to conceal it. Arrogance has never been his downfall.
"I am Julien."
He does not ask for a name in return or offer any additional conversation, knowing better than to force interaction. His words are already a clear invitation to engage him; no more is necessary.
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"As I took up residence here yesterday, I thought it past time that I introduce myself to my neighbours."
Julien's Voldoan accent is strong, immediately marking him as foreign. Fortunately it has an equivalent in this world – French, his Xochipilli tour guide had assumed – because he cannot prevent it from being distinctive. He certainly knows better than to try to conceal it. Arrogance has never been his downfall.
"I am Julien."
He does not ask for a name in return or offer any additional conversation, knowing better than to force interaction. His words are already a clear invitation to engage him; no more is necessary.