A Penny for My Thoughts?

Batter keeps his gaze fixed on Zacharie, quiet for a moment. He listens to the merchant speak briefly, before the Batter decides his own thoughts are more interesting. His gaze begins to drift to look at nothing in particular.

Why was Zacharie so focused on helping him sleep? Batter didn’t get it. Besides, the more the merchant spoke, the more Batter didn’t want to listen. He hated it when someone couldn’t or wouldn’t get straight to the point. It made it difficult to focus, which wasted time that Batter /could/ use to do something he actually wants to do.

“Okay.” Is all the Batter replies with, his interest clearly lost. He is, however, painfully aware of Zacharie invading his personal space. He takes his bat and plants the end of it against Zacharie’s chest, using the sporting equipment to nudge the merchant a reasonable distance away from him. That’s better.

No, this is Zacharie, you’re Batter. Ayyy, the jokes’ll keep coming forever, folks.

The merchant clucks his tongue as the amphibious mask stretches ever so slightly into something akin to a frown. Reaching up, Zacharie curls his fingers over the head of the bat, stepping back so that he may do so.

“Ah, the man of many words, you woo me with your poetry. Fine, fine though. I’ll bid you adieu for now.” He released the bat, taking a few steps back on bouncing toes. “We’ll be seeing each other often anyway, it’s absolutely unavoidable!”

No time to say hello? Good bye!

“And a second mistake for Zacharie. Let’s see how long I talk till we make that three.” He waved the hand wielding the offending crossed fingers to the side till they uncrossed, putting unnecessary dramatics into the mix.

“But I do think we found the solution to your stolen sleep. You’re not tired, Batter. An easy fix- we just tucker you out.” Zacharie stepped forward, saddling up to whatever personal bubble the purifier may have as he curiously looked over that stony expression. One eye, two eye, three eye, four. How interesting, it was always a joy to see how many monstrous traits such a man of purity could have. Why, it brought a grin to the masked face of his.