The Fool scoffs lightly. "That sounds dreadfully sensible." How boring.
He laces their fingers together with contemplative slowness, tracing his thumb over each ridge of Devin's knuckles, as though the exploratory touch satisfies some private curiosity he's kept to himself all these months. Eventually he quirks a pensive smile and meets Devin's eyes, opens his mouth to speak again--
--then blinks at the broad, peculiar shadow that has suddenly cast itself across Devin's features. He frowns and murmurs, "What..?" already turning some to look backwards over his shoulder.
There in the window, with one large foot braced on the sill, sits a juvenile-ish gyroshei. It cocks its head first at the Fool, then at Devin.
Then it turns its head and fixes its beak around the wind chimes that, up until precisely a second ago, were clinking melodically against each other. And that is, frankly, all it takes to get the Fool incensed and on his feet, exclaiming, "Oh, you wretched thief--!" while the gyroshei clumsily tries to tug at the wind chimes to loosen them from their fixture.
The Fool, meanwhile, comes by his name honestly, given he doesn't hesitate at all in stepping right up onto the window sill to grab hold of the wind chimes, intent on holding onto them. (They're very nice, cut him some slack.)
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He laces their fingers together with contemplative slowness, tracing his thumb over each ridge of Devin's knuckles, as though the exploratory touch satisfies some private curiosity he's kept to himself all these months. Eventually he quirks a pensive smile and meets Devin's eyes, opens his mouth to speak again--
--then blinks at the broad, peculiar shadow that has suddenly cast itself across Devin's features. He frowns and murmurs, "What..?" already turning some to look backwards over his shoulder.
There in the window, with one large foot braced on the sill, sits a juvenile-ish gyroshei. It cocks its head first at the Fool, then at Devin.
Then it turns its head and fixes its beak around the wind chimes that, up until precisely a second ago, were clinking melodically against each other. And that is, frankly, all it takes to get the Fool incensed and on his feet, exclaiming, "Oh, you wretched thief--!" while the gyroshei clumsily tries to tug at the wind chimes to loosen them from their fixture.
The Fool, meanwhile, comes by his name honestly, given he doesn't hesitate at all in stepping right up onto the window sill to grab hold of the wind chimes, intent on holding onto them. (They're very nice, cut him some slack.)