[ there is some hesitation in the way octavian touches the device — perhaps he is unsure if he can interact with things in this dream? or perhaps it simply reminds him of his death, like everything else here.
still, he crouches down to look at the music box in the making, genuine interest sparking in his eyes; he may not be an engineer of any kind, but he loves all kinds of interesting things, and this one is definitely one that he just knows he would hone in on in a magic shop full of knick-knacks. ]
Seems like it would've been real pretty, [ he says and means it, taking the device as octavian starts rummaging around the drawer.
charles, meanwhile, with his attention span, can't stand still for long without starting to look at the items lining up the workbench; with his free hand, he reaches for the pocketwatch. ] Was this yours?
[ sorry for interrupting the lightbulb search, he can't help it... ]
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still, he crouches down to look at the music box in the making, genuine interest sparking in his eyes; he may not be an engineer of any kind, but he loves all kinds of interesting things, and this one is definitely one that he just knows he would hone in on in a magic shop full of knick-knacks. ]
Seems like it would've been real pretty, [ he says and means it, taking the device as octavian starts rummaging around the drawer.
charles, meanwhile, with his attention span, can't stand still for long without starting to look at the items lining up the workbench; with his free hand, he reaches for the pocketwatch. ] Was this yours?
[ sorry for interrupting the lightbulb search, he can't help it... ]