[ This person is, in a word, stiff. Bronwyn can immediately feel his stress burning holes in his weird fake energy. They resist the urge to sigh, trying to put on a good face themself so as not to make him uncomfortable. They want to make a good impression, after all, and would hate to make anyone feel ill at ease around them. (The irony of this is lost on them, of course.) But part of them does wish that people wouldn't force themselves to button up like this. (Irony also lost.) ]

Yes and no! I came a while back and hid out in the jungle for like ever. The feelings got a little too loud for me, but I eventually stopped being a weenie about it.

[ They fluff their hair, feigning bashful. ] Thank you! Same to you, by the way. The curls are so cute.