like changing seasons

Though he was growing tired of being singled out, of treated like he was so different from others -- secretly, the attention wasn't always bad and sometimes he even looked forward to it. It was only natural to enjoy positive attention, but that wouldn't stop him feigning a bit of exasperation and annoyance.

He watched as the stranger's pretty face shifted, from an expression of joy to something a bit taken aback. What he hadn't expected was for her to begin to question him. Her soft tones held a bit of sadness that he had not expected and he found his brows furrowing in confusion.   "A nose?" his deep voice would echo his confusion. Her explanation was bizarre to him, though he found himself taking a few liberal steps closer to her.   "You don't know what a nose is, and yet here you stand, looking at me..." He was clueless as to what kind of problems she meant, problems with her sight; he shrugged slowly, voicing his confusion once again. Perhaps she was as strange as so many others though he was, though it wasn't as outwardly obvious..

 "I don't mean to seem rude," he would offer warily. Still he didn't know if her strange reply was just an attempt to rouse some kind of emotion from him, and yet he found himself feeling inquisitive about this lady.   "My name is Áki Jarvela," the brute would offer finally, a single eyebrow raising. "What might yours be, miss?"