[ He stops fiddling with her leg for a second and just stares at her when she says she had to make her leg out of parts from the ship. There's obviously some emotion drawn across his face as he listens, but it's not quite a look of amazement, twinged with some vague sadness, a look of clarity, perhaps — it's a complex and mysterious feeling he must be feeling, to watch the way his face shifts, so expressive without words. But when she says she wasn't going to give up, a soft smile twitches the corner of his mouth, and quickly turns into a smirk at her next comment, his eyelids lowering a little as his smirk develops. It's the first time he's smiled since meeting her, and even if it's soft, and smarmy, it's endeared — and maybe endearing, too. ]
Heh— Yeah, I kinda figured that out.
[ He leans back, letting her leg go, curiosity clearly satisfied, and props himself up by his hands flat against the ground, arms straight back, crossing his legs comfortably. There's something very loose and comfortable in general about how he moves, truth be told — nothing stiff or self-conscious, even when confronted by a group of angry shopkeepers, pretending to be bleeding. The casualness this kid exudes can't be all fake; and in this unexpected moment of transparency, trying to acknowledge this sense of commonality he's feeling out loud by offering far more personal information about himself (in his eyes) than his name, that's pretty clear. He's made himself comfortable in all situations, acting or not. ]
...Y'know, I built my own Vespa like that. I mean— it's not a leg, but uh, it took a lot of attempts! And I found all the parts myself! It worked, too— well, pretty much worked. Most of them. We built several Vespas, technically. And crashed several Vespas, too, ha.
[ To him, that's amusing, and no big deal they crashed, even had fun crashing — but suddenly it occurs to him that maybe the comment is... a little insensitive, and that smile drops again, apprehensive, apologetic. ]
S-Sorry. I mean— No one got hurt. Whenever we crashed. It was just for fun.
[ However he tries to hold himself like he knows what he's doing... he's still just a kid. Having fun. And again with that "no one got hurt" being the measure of okay-ness. It's the only measure of okay-ness he's ever known. But if she looks closely herself, stretched out like he is, he's got faint scars of his own dappling his tanned arms and legs to prove how he's made that measure all by himself, too. ]
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Heh— Yeah, I kinda figured that out.
[ He leans back, letting her leg go, curiosity clearly satisfied, and props himself up by his hands flat against the ground, arms straight back, crossing his legs comfortably. There's something very loose and comfortable in general about how he moves, truth be told — nothing stiff or self-conscious, even when confronted by a group of angry shopkeepers, pretending to be bleeding. The casualness this kid exudes can't be all fake; and in this unexpected moment of transparency, trying to acknowledge this sense of commonality he's feeling out loud by offering far more personal information about himself (in his eyes) than his name, that's pretty clear. He's made himself comfortable in all situations, acting or not. ]
...Y'know, I built my own Vespa like that. I mean— it's not a leg, but uh, it took a lot of attempts! And I found all the parts myself! It worked, too— well, pretty much worked. Most of them. We built several Vespas, technically. And crashed several Vespas, too, ha.
[ To him, that's amusing, and no big deal they crashed, even had fun crashing — but suddenly it occurs to him that maybe the comment is... a little insensitive, and that smile drops again, apprehensive, apologetic. ]
S-Sorry. I mean— No one got hurt. Whenever we crashed. It was just for fun.
[ However he tries to hold himself like he knows what he's doing... he's still just a kid. Having fun. And again with that "no one got hurt" being the measure of okay-ness. It's the only measure of okay-ness he's ever known. But if she looks closely herself, stretched out like he is, he's got faint scars of his own dappling his tanned arms and legs to prove how he's made that measure all by himself, too. ]