It's more than they've ever been given before. Nearly a literal wall of gifts.
They whirl to grab the tweezers, walking past the--the rack. The hat rack, that's included, that they thought he wanted for himself. For hats, coats, umbrellas. They don't have those. No, they have the cloak, don't they. And it's shiny. And the pillows are much more plush than the ones in Dirtmouth. And--
Their movements are jerky and furtive, and they stand staring at the counter before actually remembering to jump up and hand them to him.
All of this is for me? they hunch down and write out, slightly unsteady. They're feeling terribly strange. Not afraid, but it's difficult to look back up--oh.
The Knight can't recall the last time they felt shy.
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Date: 2023-07-08 10:42 am (UTC)They whirl to grab the tweezers, walking past the--the rack. The hat rack, that's included, that they thought he wanted for himself. For hats, coats, umbrellas. They don't have those. No, they have the cloak, don't they. And it's shiny. And the pillows are much more plush than the ones in Dirtmouth. And--
Their movements are jerky and furtive, and they stand staring at the counter before actually remembering to jump up and hand them to him.
All of this is for me? they hunch down and write out, slightly unsteady. They're feeling terribly strange. Not afraid, but it's difficult to look back up--oh.
The Knight can't recall the last time they felt shy.