[it was strange to feel a beat of disappointment at being dismissed; Knife must've gotten too used to company before getting unceremoniously dumped here all on their own.
what the hell were they going to do about it, though? insist to tag along? and for what? they've nothing of value or interest to offer, seemingly just a know-nothing complainer.
Could help with sewing seams, they supposed, but their thoughts were already in the muck of gloomier moods that a lighter notion wasn't going to lift them out so easily.
they linger in place, half-finished stuffing some other clothing item away in a pocket, then shrug, their eyes half-lidded with a veil of disengagement.]
no subject
what the hell were they going to do about it, though? insist to tag along? and for what? they've nothing of value or interest to offer, seemingly just a know-nothing complainer.
Could help with sewing seams, they supposed, but their thoughts were already in the muck of gloomier moods that a lighter notion wasn't going to lift them out so easily.
they linger in place, half-finished stuffing some other clothing item away in a pocket, then shrug, their eyes half-lidded with a veil of disengagement.]
Sure. Bye.