Paul bestows the pen with one hand and deftly plucks the pencil from her clasping feet with the other, because if anyone should understand the binding nature of an offer accepted, it's her. Iskierka, a name offered up without prompting, scattered across the mouths and eyes of all and sundry acquaintances.
He rolls the pencil between his fingers, inspecting it intently, and finding it unchanged, he lets out a soft breath.
"I'm not angry with you," he says, mildly, folding himself into a knee-clasped ball on the hard wooden chair, "But I'd prefer you not touch these."
His thumbnail fits into a soft, curved dent just below the metal ferrule that binds the eroded eraser to the whittled down body.
"The more people who handle something, the more difficult the signatures are to read," he tells her, in the quiet, informational tone he uses to tell Gideon and Harrowhark about different kinds of animals, or Kaworu about human cultural rites. "That's called psychometry. Did you know that? I didn't, before."
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eyesof all and sundry acquaintances.He rolls the pencil between his fingers, inspecting it intently, and finding it unchanged, he lets out a soft breath.
"I'm not angry with you," he says, mildly, folding himself into a knee-clasped ball on the hard wooden chair, "But I'd prefer you not touch these."
His thumbnail fits into a soft, curved dent just below the metal ferrule that binds the eroded eraser to the whittled down body.
"The more people who handle something, the more difficult the signatures are to read," he tells her, in the quiet, informational tone he uses to tell Gideon and Harrowhark about different kinds of animals, or Kaworu about human cultural rites. "That's called psychometry. Did you know that? I didn't, before."