[ it's probably a fairly easy enough task, but it helps to get a proper visual of what exactly she has in mind so that he doesn't make some mess of threads and sticks, which'll more than likely not look like any kind of doll that's being visualized. he isn't really much in the way of artistry, after all.
he peers up at her briefly when she brings her hands over his, as she guides him through the motions of arranging the sticks rather than simply doing it for him or instructing him vocally. the way she moves, motioning his fingers with hers, he can feel the way she takes care in the craft, the way it almost mimics that way she's come to stitch him up, an art in both the science of mending and the magic of creation. it's just a slight detail, but just by the touch of her fingertips on his own, it's almost like he learns just a little bit more about her. ]
Right. [ he seems to capture enough of the detail to get the idea, nodding his head as he stares down at what she's gotten him far enough on. ] Already looks just like me.
[ he supposes he can handle the rest, holding what he has steady as he begins to pull the thread around it. ]
Y'know — [ he mutters, trying to be attentive to his work while balancing a cigar in the corner of his mouth. ] If you were gonna light that cigar of yours, you could grab my lighter. I'd be a gentleman about it but my hands are full now. [ he peers up at her, giving a shrug with a half-smirk as well as he can with his lips occupied. ] Or if you don't mind germs, you can get yourself a few puffs out of mine.
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he peers up at her briefly when she brings her hands over his, as she guides him through the motions of arranging the sticks rather than simply doing it for him or instructing him vocally. the way she moves, motioning his fingers with hers, he can feel the way she takes care in the craft, the way it almost mimics that way she's come to stitch him up, an art in both the science of mending and the magic of creation. it's just a slight detail, but just by the touch of her fingertips on his own, it's almost like he learns just a little bit more about her. ]
Right. [ he seems to capture enough of the detail to get the idea, nodding his head as he stares down at what she's gotten him far enough on. ] Already looks just like me.
[ he supposes he can handle the rest, holding what he has steady as he begins to pull the thread around it. ]
Y'know — [ he mutters, trying to be attentive to his work while balancing a cigar in the corner of his mouth. ] If you were gonna light that cigar of yours, you could grab my lighter. I'd be a gentleman about it but my hands are full now. [ he peers up at her, giving a shrug with a half-smirk as well as he can with his lips occupied. ] Or if you don't mind germs, you can get yourself a few puffs out of mine.