Kyrie waited on a seat, the officer who was rude bound and gagged already. Honestly, Kyrie had no patience to deal with him again, so he acted before the guy woke up. It was a rather peaceful voyage if it weren't for the looks people gave him.
What was strange about him, except for his animal ears? It was a little uncomfortable to be under their scrutiny. 'They could at least try to look away or mask their glares.' It felt odd to be glared at like that.
It was like in Snowsaint, but more blatant. An evil eye was no problem, but several could be unnerving. 'Is there something on my face, maybe?' Kyrie rubbed it, but nothing came off his cheeks, chin, or mouth.
It was clean. 'Maybe they are all rude?' Sure, staring was not a crime as far as Kyrie knew, but they appraised him with fear and interest alike, which was not the type of glare he enjoyed. It reminded him of someone unpleasant…
