[Touch is still strange for him, the rules of it, and also the tingling of anxiety at remembering what a simple touch used to mean to him. This is nice even through the leather of is gloves as she tugs him along to the stand.]
I've had a bit of time to perfect the look. [He comes out less stilted, he's relaxing more the nerves abating. It's hard to remain tense around someone who is so open.]
[He gives a noncommittal shrug at first, studying the person in front of them as they ordered and he's really never had this sort of food and certainly not in this sort of place before.
He's curious.]
Approximately 2,000 years. [One stops keeping track after a while.]
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I've had a bit of time to perfect the look. [He comes out less stilted, he's relaxing more the nerves abating. It's hard to remain tense around someone who is so open.]
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He's curious.]
Approximately 2,000 years. [One stops keeping track after a while.]
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