Michael looked over the crowds, through the thin cloth he could still make out vague shapes of those who walked by. He was still hesitant to make proper contact with others, human-kin customs still seemed odd, their greetings both with the sounds they made as well as their strange gestures were still without complete meaning. So far he had only interacted with his caretakers, isolating himself from the human-kin that visited as well as the other members of the den, ones who were not all human-kin... he had yet to find a fitting name for them all. Though he was assured they had one; all Michael had to do was ask.<br/><br/>The man began to wring his fingers uncomfortably at the thought, accidentally cutting one of his fingers with his nails. The skin of human-kin was... delicate, soft and bleed easily. So far only his had been cut but only because of his hesitation to talk to others, he often felt that his body was not yet his own and so he had to make sure that none were harmed by a careless twitch.<br/>Michael's face briefly contorted with frustration as he again looked over the crowds, he'd wait for a better time, wait for the den to lessen as the human-kin and the other-kin left for their hunts. The man moved away from bustle of hungry folk, moving towards an out of the way spot to observe and to listen, so that one could learn and adapt to the sounds the den made, perhaps there he'd find a way to voice his curiosities.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>