( That... is the most shocking admission he's ever been given, he thinks, and after a surprised little silence for a good few seconds, Esikko can't help but laugh. It's short, bright, and matched with him placing a hand at Beowulf's and glancing between them, as if to see. )
Seriously?
( From a reaction like that, it seems like space is not needed... But he does give another puff of breath in his laugh, free hand moving to wrap around him from the shoulders, pressing himself closer. Okay, he feels like he could hurl at any moment, his head hurts so bad, and his back stings and he probably needs to change his bandages but— but he likes attention, and it just seems like a good chance to get more. )
What, you want to do something about it? Shall I help you with it?
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Seriously?
( From a reaction like that, it seems like space is not needed... But he does give another puff of breath in his laugh, free hand moving to wrap around him from the shoulders, pressing himself closer. Okay, he feels like he could hurl at any moment, his head hurts so bad, and his back stings and he probably needs to change his bandages but— but he likes attention, and it just seems like a good chance to get more. )
What, you want to do something about it? Shall I help you with it?