For some reason, that something-off is even more apparent once the boy starts speaking. It has nothing to do with the way he speaks, but maybe in doing something (even something so simple as answering) he's being and not only... abiding. It would make as much sense as anything, Sam supposed, even as she eyed his aura---taking care not to be too obvious about it. It was a little like light pollution, the way it would show up on snow clouds, and a little like the residue crayons left on the inside of the box they came in; 'a little,' she'd say, but still enough so it seemed her hand would come away tacky, if she reached out to touch. That might not have made much sense... but she couldn't shake the impression. It wasn't inconsequential, since it stirred her curiosity, but it didn't matter too too much; that the boy answered mattered more. The small, unsure smile that spread across his face prompted a warm one from Sam, and the words which came with it were met with a nod.
“Gotcha. Thank you.”
Without further ado, the skin-witch turned and made for the machine.
She was back a few minutes later, and came a little closer than before, if only long enough to set a little stack of coins on the seat beside Will's before stepping back and offering an explanation. “You saved me the cost of a second cup of coffee, and from getting my shoes splashed, so that's for a chocolate bar or whatever. I'd be out about as much if you hadn't told me to hit the cup button two times.” Smiling again, she shrugged.
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Date: 2017-12-05 06:02 am (UTC)“Gotcha. Thank you.”
Without further ado, the skin-witch turned and made for the machine.
She was back a few minutes later, and came a little closer than before, if only long enough to set a little stack of coins on the seat beside Will's before stepping back and offering an explanation. “You saved me the cost of a second cup of coffee, and from getting my shoes splashed, so that's for a chocolate bar or whatever. I'd be out about as much if you hadn't told me to hit the cup button two times.” Smiling again, she shrugged.