Hasn't seen a lot of people lately, [he mutters, resting the bike against the wall and oh if he only knew.] Can't take 'im to the Gardens right now.
[But he doesn't elaborate on it and even though he wants to he doesn't look the two of them over, either. No comment on teasing the rabbit - too used to it to notice. Instead he changes the topic and opens a desk drawer to paw around, obviously stalling because that shit is way too organized for him to have to paw around for anything that's there, let alone a book.]
Uh. [And a glance to the bike only to realize that he's still got one hand on the handlebars - after some glaring he rips it away, looks at her, shy again.] Don't think this is -
[As good as a bike. No way.]
Hope it's okay.
[With that he comes over and flops on the floor by them (too close, doesn't notice), holding a book that actually looks pretty damn nice despite the fact that it's bound in staking twine from the Gardens and the cover isn't leather - none here - but something a little more impractical for a book. Wood, because that's what is around to use, plain and rough-hewn. And of course he doesn't hand it over, just thumbs at it and watches to see what she thinks so far. Handing it over is going to take another minute of steeling himself.]
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[But he doesn't elaborate on it and even though he wants to he doesn't look the two of them over, either. No comment on teasing the rabbit - too used to it to notice. Instead he changes the topic and opens a desk drawer to paw around, obviously stalling because that shit is way too organized for him to have to paw around for anything that's there, let alone a book.]
Uh. [And a glance to the bike only to realize that he's still got one hand on the handlebars - after some glaring he rips it away, looks at her, shy again.] Don't think this is -
[As good as a bike. No way.]
Hope it's okay.
[With that he comes over and flops on the floor by them (too close, doesn't notice), holding a book that actually looks pretty damn nice despite the fact that it's bound in staking twine from the Gardens and the cover isn't leather - none here - but something a little more impractical for a book. Wood, because that's what is around to use, plain and rough-hewn. And of course he doesn't hand it over, just thumbs at it and watches to see what she thinks so far. Handing it over is going to take another minute of steeling himself.]