[ Roy's always had a soft spot for kids; at one point, back before life bludgeoned him in the face, he'd wanted to have a whole brood of his own. It's easy to adopt the shadow of surliness around adults, who don't seek their self esteem in the reflection of Roy's face upon them, but - kids? Kids are guileless. Kids don't know better.
That's why he meets the soft sweet gaze with a smile readied and pasted on. The gentleness, at least, is no farce.
He takes the handkerchief with a murmur of thanks. ]
I hope I didn't frighten you, little missy. [ Because it's already been made clear to him — there are much scarier things hereabouts than one foul-mouthed cripple.
Miraculously, none of the fairy brew had ended up spilling on him. Instead of mopping at the mess on the table, Roy folds the handkerchief into a floppy little bird, tweaks its neck with a conspiratorial glance up at her — and hands it right back. ] There. Nothing to be scared of.
aw, yeah, it's my favorite too. you have good taste. c:
That's why he meets the soft sweet gaze with a smile readied and pasted on. The gentleness, at least, is no farce.
He takes the handkerchief with a murmur of thanks. ]
I hope I didn't frighten you, little missy. [ Because it's already been made clear to him — there are much scarier things hereabouts than one foul-mouthed cripple.
Miraculously, none of the fairy brew had ended up spilling on him. Instead of mopping at the mess on the table, Roy folds the handkerchief into a floppy little bird, tweaks its neck with a conspiratorial glance up at her — and hands it right back. ] There. Nothing to be scared of.