[There's an almost child-like pride in the way he announces it, like he's found something Waver was trying to hide. Or like he's found the hidden man wearing red-and-white striped clothes in a picture book. Triumphant. He holds the chin for only a moment longer before letting go so Waver can get back to leading the way.
This time, when he follows, there's more bounce to his step than before. He feels a bit more at ease now that he's convinced he's gotten under Waver's skin a little...or maybe he's just a little happy he touched him. He's not going to think about it.]
What kinda place is it? I'm living in a mansion, so my standards are pretty high.
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[There's an almost child-like pride in the way he announces it, like he's found something Waver was trying to hide. Or like he's found the hidden man wearing red-and-white striped clothes in a picture book. Triumphant. He holds the chin for only a moment longer before letting go so Waver can get back to leading the way.
This time, when he follows, there's more bounce to his step than before. He feels a bit more at ease now that he's convinced he's gotten under Waver's skin a little...or maybe he's just a little happy he touched him. He's not going to think about it.]
What kinda place is it? I'm living in a mansion, so my standards are pretty high.
[They aren't, but. Y'know.]