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Tristan T. Travers (alliterative) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

He couldn't help but smile at the little girl's reaction at being allowed to keep the paper butterfly. It was definitely cute, and he couldn't help but marvel at the pure joy. Had he ever been like that? When did people lose things like pure joy and sheer curiosity at the world? He knew roughly when he had lost those things, but he also knew that, sometimes, it flickered back to life in him. Watching the little girl's excitement caused that tiny spark inside him. Deep down, he hoped it lasted.

"You're welcome," Tristan said, extending his hand and nudging the butterfly back over to the little girl. Then, as the butterfly flapped its way to her, he added, "No, I have to agree, you're not scary."

Shifting a little, he wasn't entirely sure what else to say. He did, however, say, "You didn't take up my time." He brought his hands together, idly twisting the ring on his finger. "Or, well, it wasn't poorly spent time. That might be a bit more accurate." He swallowed. "Point is, you're welcome, and she didn't scare me." And, still not really knowing what to say or do, he gave the man and his daughter a friendly smile, ignoring the sudden rise of anxiety about his lack of direction about what to do next.