[Her hands. In the light buzz of things, like walking into a place where the lamps a little too bright, its hard to focus on much. But her hands - they're soft, they ground him, they seem insistent on pinning this ghost that he is to reality.]
[She's so so stubborn, he thinks. A problem. He's stubborn in his ways, but she's more than determined to make him change his.]
[He is a little awkward, here, not knowing where to go and what to do. Are all eyes on them, this paiirng of monsters? That feeling passes for a moment with her observation, and he can't help it. He lets out a snort.]
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[She's so so stubborn, he thinks. A problem. He's stubborn in his ways, but she's more than determined to make him change his.]
[He is a little awkward, here, not knowing where to go and what to do. Are all eyes on them, this paiirng of monsters? That feeling passes for a moment with her observation, and he can't help it. He lets out a snort.]
...What? Train rings?