"Well that doesn’t sound so great, I hope it isn’t anything serious." There was probably a number of causes that was affecting his friend’s sleeping patterns, with any luck it wasn’t something he had to concern himself with. Outcast scanned the room and tried to recall if he had actually been here before. His train of thought was broken upon hearing both the young lady’s name and the fact that he didn’t live up to the her expectations, and then once more after she complimented the Khan’s apparel, at least he hoped it was a compliment.
"What this thing? it’s nothing special really, and it’s a pleasure to meet you Kiya." Outcast broke eye contact with the woman and allowed his gaze to trail to the floor, unsure of how to deal with their observation. Admittedly the Tribal was curious as to what Billie had said about him, wondering if it would be rude of him to pry into the matter. "If you don’t mind me asking, what has she said about me? since apparently there was an expected mental image of me."
Absentmindedly he rubbed a small fold of the man’s shirt. It felt thick and soft enough to numb his pads after a few presses.. “Huh?” The boy snapped back to the room and peered up at Outcast. Was the man feeling…insecure? A thin smile curled against Kiya’s cheeks. “Don’t worry about it. All good things.” With a small pat at the tribal’s arm, he moved across the living room. Delicate hands smoothed down the back of his skirt before he sat down at a beaten up couch.
“She told me you’ve been exceptionally nice and polite since the day you two met. ‘A real gentlemen’, is what she’d call you.” The short scrap leaned back against the cushion, but kept his stare locked on the other’s expression. “I just didn’t expect such a nice guy to be so…big. Know what I mean?”