Intent on his carving, he still doesn't acknowledge her presence. A long thin curl of wood comes away from the piece; he inhales, flicks the shaving off onto the ground, exhales, studies the result, and looks up.
"...Um," he says, blinking, and continues hesitantly: "I See you."
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Date: 2013-09-25 12:03 am (UTC)"...Um," he says, blinking, and continues hesitantly: "I See you."