[Oh hel-lo, something is definitely, definitely different.
His brow lifts - mouth just barely opens. Looking her up and down, pegging and mentally diagramming the extra little flourishes to her look - there's a moment where he careens like he's... trying to look around her, or at her side, or something, before his eyes take a zigzagging course up to her face...!
A beat -- and then a crunching-into-dust "KKHHHhhehhhh...!" laugh that draws back in with the muscles of his face twisting his grin back in.
-- It half-drops out again out of some kind of hm? when she... successfully catches his wrist. Pulls it on out of his pocket as his hand hangs limp, and he looks down to... regard it for a moment.
Before with a full mechanical head-snap, he's looking her back in the face.
Smile pulling to flash again - he leans back! As if to hold... weight at a balancing point between them, or something --
A couple higher... more dusty-flute-y quick giggles!
A tiny heel-step forward - still fluting - ]
-- All riiiiight -- ...!
[Pocketed hand unpocketing with the twist of an elbow into a "jazzhand" out by his side at a back diagonal.]
IIII'm comin' -- ! [A steady-bobbing nod!] I'm comin' up right behind ya -- ...!
[And yet! It's not until the last crackle of the vowel ending dies that he does, in fact, start to stroll on up to the doorway.]
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His brow lifts - mouth just barely opens. Looking her up and down, pegging and mentally diagramming the extra little flourishes to her look - there's a moment where he careens like he's... trying to look around her, or at her side, or something, before his eyes take a zigzagging course up to her face...!
A beat -- and then a crunching-into-dust "KKHHHhhehhhh...!" laugh that draws back in with the muscles of his face twisting his grin back in.
-- It half-drops out again out of some kind of hm? when she... successfully catches his wrist. Pulls it on out of his pocket as his hand hangs limp, and he looks down to... regard it for a moment.
Before with a full mechanical head-snap, he's looking her back in the face.
Smile pulling to flash again - he leans back! As if to hold... weight at a balancing point between them, or something --
A couple higher... more dusty-flute-y quick giggles!
A tiny heel-step forward - still fluting - ]
-- All riiiiight -- ...!
[Pocketed hand unpocketing with the twist of an elbow into a "jazzhand" out by his side at a back diagonal.]
IIII'm comin' -- ! [A steady-bobbing nod!] I'm comin' up right behind ya -- ...!
[And yet! It's not until the last crackle of the vowel ending dies that he does, in fact, start to stroll on up to the doorway.]