He notices they're writing faster as easily as he would if it was spoken word. Nerves, then, or more likely something quite a bit deeper; Lemm holds his place steadfastly and waits for them to finish, reading just a little bit behind their pen.
Halfway through, one finger begins tapping anxiously at the counter. Still he holds his response, because they should be allowed to finish before he lunges in with a rebuttal.
When the Knight seems to come to a stop again, Lemm quickly shifts two fingers over to the bottom of the page and taps on it twice, as if to indicate a stop, just in case they might have continued on. He needs an input, here. It's important.
"What'd you feel when I upset you that first time? When I was being... smart. Told you I'd go where I wanted. You left my shop in a mess. I know you've decided you're past this already, but I reckon it bears the question again now. Don't write. Think on it, but don't write." His hand lies flat on the counter, far from preventing them from touching their pen to the page again, but his fingertips lie on the bottom edge of the page as a reminder.
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Date: 2023-02-17 09:57 pm (UTC)Halfway through, one finger begins tapping anxiously at the counter. Still he holds his response, because they should be allowed to finish before he lunges in with a rebuttal.
When the Knight seems to come to a stop again, Lemm quickly shifts two fingers over to the bottom of the page and taps on it twice, as if to indicate a stop, just in case they might have continued on. He needs an input, here. It's important.
"What'd you feel when I upset you that first time? When I was being... smart. Told you I'd go where I wanted. You left my shop in a mess. I know you've decided you're past this already, but I reckon it bears the question again now. Don't write. Think on it, but don't write." His hand lies flat on the counter, far from preventing them from touching their pen to the page again, but his fingertips lie on the bottom edge of the page as a reminder.