[ It's the brightness of her hair that first catches his attention; it's the way she looks like she wants to understand or manipulate the all-encompassing everything that keeps it. Amos has never felt like there's anything here to figure out, but then again, this environment hadn't been all that strange the first time he'd been here. Weird, sure. But he got the basics.
So there is something distinctly charming about that curiosity, that eagerness to make things fit together. Something kindred.
There is something significantly less charming about the way she is talking to herself, and that gives Amos pause — more than enough pause for Jinx to simply bump into him.
He meets her peering with a slight tilt of his own head, staring right back at her like it's a game of chicken, and he's not gonna blink. ]
Guess so. [ Letting just anyone in here includes her, too, doesn't it? His voice is good-natured, faintly amused. ] Name's Amos. Who were you talking to?
dream of a big bro
So there is something distinctly charming about that curiosity, that eagerness to make things fit together. Something kindred.
There is something significantly less charming about the way she is talking to herself, and that gives Amos pause — more than enough pause for Jinx to simply bump into him.
He meets her peering with a slight tilt of his own head, staring right back at her like it's a game of chicken, and he's not gonna blink. ]
Guess so. [ Letting just anyone in here includes her, too, doesn't it? His voice is good-natured, faintly amused. ] Name's Amos. Who were you talking to?