"Because their armor's still so shiny and clean," he points out, pleased at the response. More pleased even at how she takes his explanation in stride, the facts of his life just facts to accept and move on from. "It's best, I think, to be able to pick your own name, to have one that means something to you." And he actually grins back, a quick flash of teeth and warmth that doesn't fade entirely when he shifts his attention back to the scrap of shell.
"That sounds like smart stuff to me." He's not just trying to bolster her ego, that's the kind of practical knowledge he respects, the kind of smart that helps keep people alive.
He looks up again, startled, when she offers him the length of leather, and rises quickly back to his feet. He doesn't even know what he'd do with it, but he finds his fingers itching to run over the surface of the shells dangling from it. "Are you sure?" He looks back at her, uncertain.
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Date: 2017-02-26 05:30 am (UTC)"That sounds like smart stuff to me." He's not just trying to bolster her ego, that's the kind of practical knowledge he respects, the kind of smart that helps keep people alive.
He looks up again, startled, when she offers him the length of leather, and rises quickly back to his feet. He doesn't even know what he'd do with it, but he finds his fingers itching to run over the surface of the shells dangling from it. "Are you sure?" He looks back at her, uncertain.