🖊️ Bobbi + fidget toy, thank you. If you're still taking them
“Here, I made you a new pair.”
Bobbi looks down at the batons Fitz is giving her, and her hands, recognizing them as a safe and dear item, close around them reflexively. The size and the material is the same, but the weight is all wrong and she frowns.
“What for?”
Fitz is scratching behind his ear, looking sheepish.
“I just, um, noticed that you use yours baton to fidget. And, um, you can just throw them if you don’t want them, but I thought it was a good idea for you to have a pair for personal use, a pair that is not deadly? I, I mean, a pair that is not deadly on its own, because on your hands everything can be deadly and I-”
“Fitz, you are rambling.”
“Right.” He wringles the fingers of one hand with the other, looking nervous. “So, what do you think of them?”
Bobbi twirls them experimentally and yep, it won’t work.
“They are not the same weight as mine.”
Fitz slaps his forehead lightly.
“Weight, of course. I thought about size and shape and texture, but weight slipped my mind, and of course they will be a different weight, without all the extra features.” Bobbi gives them back, and he takes them on a strong grip, looking a little crestfallen. “I will get back to work, then.”
She nods, and he nods back before turning around.
“That doesn’t mean I don’t want them.” He stops on his tracks, but doesn’t turn around, and only clacks them against each other in acknowledgement. “And, Fitz? Thank you.”
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