[ Mouse screws up his face when he thinks, not unlike Buster Keaton or Charlie Chaplin or another movie star from the silent silver screen. It's obvious by now that Mouse doesn't talk very much and when he does, it's with a kind of quiet breathlessness that comes with inexperience at it. His sentences are fragmented and punctuated with odd gaps and Mouse not-so-secretly hates the sound of his own voice. So instead, he uses his body to do the talking for him. His posture and hand motions are grossly overexaggerated as are the expression of his face, like the way a stage actor makes every gesture grandiose. Better to see from afar or, as in Mouse's case, easier to read when you don't know what you're looking for.
What Mouse's face says right now: contemplation, really Deep Thoughts, do not disturb. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat as he does so. Not quite a hmmm and not quite a hum, but a huh, huh, huh like he's breathing loudly on purpose.
His mind finally lands on something and he smiles. ] Aliens? [ He holds up a hand, displaying two fingers. ] Two.
Not weird, though. [ Mouse sniffs speculatively. ] Hot. Sorta.
sob it is actually part of mouse's personality to enjoy being SMOTHERED ngl
What Mouse's face says right now: contemplation, really Deep Thoughts, do not disturb. He makes a small noise in the back of his throat as he does so. Not quite a hmmm and not quite a hum, but a huh, huh, huh like he's breathing loudly on purpose.
His mind finally lands on something and he smiles. ] Aliens? [ He holds up a hand, displaying two fingers. ] Two.
Not weird, though. [ Mouse sniffs speculatively. ] Hot. Sorta.