[center][h1][b][color=D1A0F7]Jonathan Paul Huckaby[/color][/b][/h1][/center][center][h3][color=FFE16D]Franziska's Lab[/color][/h3][/center]
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As he landed on the ground, he groaned due to the impact. It reminded him of when he arrived here. This strange place. His mind was too filled with information. As usual, he was overthinking and snapping at the only person who would help him. Hunger and fatigue were setting in. His memory of the between realm was strange. He didn't recall sleeping much and when he did he would shake awake. Travel between realms was not instant and he was tired and hungry. [color=D1A0F7]'Could be why I'm so irritable and crazed.'[/color] He guessed. [color=D1A0F7]'Still not an excuse as to why you are being a dick.'[/color] His thoughts became depressed as he scolded himself. Again his stomach growled and he needed food. He was hungry, thirsty, tired, and needed to use the restroom. [color=D1A0F7]'Gotta race like a piss-horse.'[/color] He recalled what his brother would say sometimes after a few too many drinks. 

He laid on the ground just waiting for her to finish. At this point apologizing would do nothing. Him talking would probably just piss her off more. He didn't need to see her in order to tell how mad she was, he could tell by her tone. She was right and he was in the wrong. He knew this. Still stubborn as all hell but in an unknown realm. He needed help. She told him that she wouldn't help him and he nodded while face down. The stone floor was cold but felt good for some reason. His eyes were closed as he listened to her. When she spoke about the knowledge and understanding of magic, he yearned to learn, his body shook. It was with excitement that magic actually existed and then he calmed down when she noted that he wouldn't listen. His mind was too full of thoughts and he was trapped in it. Again not being able to speak like when he was a child. 

She spoke about trust and how it was earned like respect. He knew this but his dumb brain was overcharged with what ifs. When she said [color=fff79a]"She was one of the most trustworthy people he would ever meet."[/color] He smiled. He has been told the very same thing about himself. [color=D1A0F7]'Perhaps I can just apologize and explain. Peopling at this moment isn't my strong suit.'[/color] He thought as his eyes opened. Luckily enough, his glasses were undamaged from his fall. Slowly he sturred and collected his hat again. It had been knocked off his head by the impact. His chin seemed to be fine as it looks like his beard took most of the impact. Sluggishly he moved and collected his jug of water. He drank some of his water leaving a very small amount left. The cold liquid ran down his body almost as if it were the only thing in him. It sent chills throughout his body as he stood there. He couldn't help but smirk, a tired defeated smile if one at all, at the situation before him. 

[color=FFBD5C]"Apologies."[/color] He whispered barely able to speak. Fear held his voice to a low murmur. [color=D1A0F7]'Sometimes they have to debase themselves.'[/color] He thought from what she had said before. He moved up to her and placed himself in front of her if possible and if not near enough for her to see him. His eyes seemed a little clearer. However, the bags under his eyes clearly suggested he hadn't slept in a day or two, not restfully. [color=FFBD5C]"I apologize for my rude behavior. I would blame it on how hungry I have become, how tired I am, how sick I feel, and how much I have to use the restroom. However, that doesn't excuse me of my actions. I was ignorant, arrogant, rage-filled, self-serving, and speaking ill of you and yours. I'm usually mellow and don't speak much. My Brian isn't working very well at this time."[/color] He admitted as he knelt down and got on his knees. He did the Childs Pose, with arms extended. 

[color=FFBD5C]"I'm sorry."[/color] His stated clearly and his words bounced off of the floor and around the room. [color=FFBD5C]"If you will still have me as an apprentice I would be honored to learn from you."[/color] He paused for a moment. He didn't seem to mind this pose or the situation. He had allowed anger to get the better of him and he needed to pay for it. [color=D1A0F7]'It had been ten years since I have allowed anger to take me over like that. Longer since I actually struck with rage filling my body. Now that I think about it that was the same amount of time since I vomited last.'[/color] He thought as he made sure to press his body as far to the ground as he could. To some, it would be a bit surprising how flexible this big man was. He would prostrate himself like this for as long as it took, even if she left and didn't return. He only flinched when his stomach growled.