"...I'm getting really sick of getting followed around with that kind of smile."
"Truly? I cannot imagine why." He's kidding.
The Fool turns back around and crosses over to the table, his closed-mouth smile a touch sly when he looks at Zephyr again. He settles himself back down into his seat and crosses his legs at the ankles, collecting up the small puppet he'd been working on previously. The varnish hasn't dripped anywhere, thankfully.
"I imagine he will wander off eventually," he goes on, eyes returning to his work as he brings the brush up to apply a layer of rich oil to the finely grained wood. "In the meantime, I'm glad for your company, given it's been quite some time since I last saw you." There is only the vaguest admonishment in his tone and the glint in his eye. srsly man where u been?
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"Truly? I cannot imagine why." He's kidding.
The Fool turns back around and crosses over to the table, his closed-mouth smile a touch sly when he looks at Zephyr again. He settles himself back down into his seat and crosses his legs at the ankles, collecting up the small puppet he'd been working on previously. The varnish hasn't dripped anywhere, thankfully.
"I imagine he will wander off eventually," he goes on, eyes returning to his work as he brings the brush up to apply a layer of rich oil to the finely grained wood. "In the meantime, I'm glad for your company, given it's been quite some time since I last saw you." There is only the vaguest admonishment in his tone and the glint in his eye. srsly man where u been?