"Aden," He said, offering at least his name, as he was not particularly enthused about the idea of being reduced down to his physical characteristics. He was quite capable of telling that nothing sinister laid behind it- not like the times he'd been reduced down to just some blue alien in the past by humans who should know better- but still. It brought up certain memories that he'd prefer to not think too much about.
Offering up his name to be called by was preferable.
Whether or not the gesture is returned doesn't matter so much to him, but it was important for his own sake.
He tilted his head as the other man pushed himself up to his feet. The remains of the chair would have to be tidied up, but that could come later.
And as much as Aden had been feeling like the train had been dunking on him personally by apparently favoring the tall, he supposed that right now- looking at the sight before him- he preferred being small. It did seem to him like it was unfair of the train to not adjust to passengers of all sizes though, all things considered. But then, considering how things had been recently.
Perhaps it was to be expected.
"I should be able to give you a hand with that, yes. And should you need to work your frustration out, I can even take you to the training gym after. Copious amounts of violence toward inanimate objects always brightens my day."
Aden understood anger. Understood frustration. And most of all understood needing outlets for it rather than letting it build.
"I'm sure someone will be upset if you maim a training dummy or two beyond what can be fixed, but..."
He shrugged.
"Something, something, better out than in, and all that. For now though, just show me what you'd like me to do."
He held his hands up to indicate that he meant no harm, moving to approach- cautious in case of any lingering suspicions. He already had a low-grade migraine. Last thing he needed was for some skittish giant to decide to use his head as a drum should he make any sudden moves.
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Offering up his name to be called by was preferable.
Whether or not the gesture is returned doesn't matter so much to him, but it was important for his own sake.
He tilted his head as the other man pushed himself up to his feet. The remains of the chair would have to be tidied up, but that could come later.
And as much as Aden had been feeling like the train had been dunking on him personally by apparently favoring the tall, he supposed that right now- looking at the sight before him- he preferred being small. It did seem to him like it was unfair of the train to not adjust to passengers of all sizes though, all things considered. But then, considering how things had been recently.
Perhaps it was to be expected.
"I should be able to give you a hand with that, yes. And should you need to work your frustration out, I can even take you to the training gym after. Copious amounts of violence toward inanimate objects always brightens my day."
Aden understood anger. Understood frustration. And most of all understood needing outlets for it rather than letting it build.
"I'm sure someone will be upset if you maim a training dummy or two beyond what can be fixed, but..."
He shrugged.
"Something, something, better out than in, and all that. For now though, just show me what you'd like me to do."
He held his hands up to indicate that he meant no harm, moving to approach- cautious in case of any lingering suspicions. He already had a low-grade migraine. Last thing he needed was for some skittish giant to decide to use his head as a drum should he make any sudden moves.