[he murmurs his response as a sort of afterthought, completely absorbed in his current makeshift quest. one hand is draped over Kit's shoulder to stabilize him while he engaged in his hand, the other deftly searching through crimson locks for the hidden prizes.
even with the amount of liquor floating through his body, his fingers are gentle and his gaze surprisingly sharp. each pin is systematically discovered and removed, placed in a wavering long on the coffee table. once he's satisfied himself that there's no further secrets to pull from the hair at the moment he leans back slightly, reaching over to inspect the most intriguing of the spoils.
was it drugs or poison? he was curious. a little taste ought to be able to tell him, even like this.]
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[he murmurs his response as a sort of afterthought, completely absorbed in his current makeshift quest. one hand is draped over Kit's shoulder to stabilize him while he engaged in his hand, the other deftly searching through crimson locks for the hidden prizes.
even with the amount of liquor floating through his body, his fingers are gentle and his gaze surprisingly sharp. each pin is systematically discovered and removed, placed in a wavering long on the coffee table. once he's satisfied himself that there's no further secrets to pull from the hair at the moment he leans back slightly, reaching over to inspect the most intriguing of the spoils.
was it drugs or poison? he was curious. a little taste ought to be able to tell him, even like this.]