[He doesn't want to wait. He wants to snatch the doll away, he's unstable and irritated and he's struggling with every motion he's making. But he forces himself to smile at her idea, the count to motion, as if it's a funny game. And it takes all of him to go through with it calmly for the sake of the act.
That's it. Stay calm. Behave.
No matter what he feels inside.
Once he has that doll in his hands he's nearly overwhelmed by the smell of it. It's such an old, ugly doll. Broken and nearly useless. But it smells like the perfume that his niece wears, and it's strong and permeating. Holding it feels like home and nostalgia. And while he'll miss his book, it's far better that her doll is in his own hands and not a stranger's grasp.]
That's better. It's in good hands now. [Tyki sighs, and the doll disappears into a pocket. Which smooths out as if nothing went into it at all.] It's been a pleasure doing business with you. [Only it hasn't, because it's his belonging. Or Road's at least. And he's not very pleased at having to trade for it at all. But he has to behave himself, or nothing he's worked for will mean anything.]
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[He doesn't want to wait. He wants to snatch the doll away, he's unstable and irritated and he's struggling with every motion he's making. But he forces himself to smile at her idea, the count to motion, as if it's a funny game. And it takes all of him to go through with it calmly for the sake of the act.
That's it. Stay calm. Behave.
No matter what he feels inside.
Once he has that doll in his hands he's nearly overwhelmed by the smell of it. It's such an old, ugly doll. Broken and nearly useless. But it smells like the perfume that his niece wears, and it's strong and permeating. Holding it feels like home and nostalgia. And while he'll miss his book, it's far better that her doll is in his own hands and not a stranger's grasp.]
That's better. It's in good hands now. [Tyki sighs, and the doll disappears into a pocket. Which smooths out as if nothing went into it at all.] It's been a pleasure doing business with you. [Only it hasn't, because it's his belonging. Or Road's at least. And he's not very pleased at having to trade for it at all. But he has to behave himself, or nothing he's worked for will mean anything.]