[Well, she's freezing in the middle of where he wants his bike to go, so even though he notices it and shuts up he lightly rams the shitty tires against her calves.]
In the way. Like that.
[As if the prodding wasn't enough, but Lodewijk is dashing back and forth and in and out between her and him and the bike - the little guy is plenty used to bikes - and that's more than a little distracting. And he could just tell her where her gift was, but. He doesn't want her sorting through his stuff. More importantly, he wants to be able to give it to her, which is suddenly much more daunting as he realizes he has to fight the desire not to on two different fronts. So he chews on his lip and stares down at the carpet as the door slides shut (how final) and waits for her to move as he writes what he needs to say in his head.]
no subject
In the way. Like that.
[As if the prodding wasn't enough, but Lodewijk is dashing back and forth and in and out between her and him and the bike - the little guy is plenty used to bikes - and that's more than a little distracting. And he could just tell her where her gift was, but. He doesn't want her sorting through his stuff. More importantly, he wants to be able to give it to her, which is suddenly much more daunting as he realizes he has to fight the desire not to on two different fronts. So he chews on his lip and stares down at the carpet as the door slides shut (how final) and waits for her to move as he writes what he needs to say in his head.]