[Expelling a deep breath, Hope doesn't even look up now as Baldr trots off forlornly to sit in his bedroom. He finally sits upon the couch, hands folded in his lap, gaze intent on the bit of red-and-black that peers up at him from behind the band on his wrist. An eye that forever stares back, the way it always has.
Even though the man is here to look at that cursed brand, Hope pulls the cloth over it more securely anyway, a nervous habit.]
Remind me what you're planning to do. [Without looking up.]
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[Expelling a deep breath, Hope doesn't even look up now as Baldr trots off forlornly to sit in his bedroom. He finally sits upon the couch, hands folded in his lap, gaze intent on the bit of red-and-black that peers up at him from behind the band on his wrist. An eye that forever stares back, the way it always has.
Even though the man is here to look at that cursed brand, Hope pulls the cloth over it more securely anyway, a nervous habit.]
Remind me what you're planning to do. [Without looking up.]