it’s a content silence, & content it would stay. the burnt digits of the player would fidget at the chest, rolling the black fabric of their shirt betwixt their fingers. if one were to listen closely, they’d hear the faint humming of the puppeteer, to the tune of alouette. they weren’t sure of this one, that much was certain.
their thoughts blink, briefly, what use could this newcomer be to them ? what riches could he possess, what mayhem could bring about his destruction ? but like a blink, the thoughts are gone just like that. eyes that seem unblinking stare him down, unintentionally, as this was just how they cast their gaze ‘pon strangers. still, from a point of view other than their own, their watchful eyes could very easily be considered rude, or even intimidating. ( * @mudoro. )
