deaf. ( hand rises, cups around mouth as voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. oh, the dramatics, ) if you ask me, weeeell, i think she simply wouldn’t know 𝓇eal talent, even if it was dropped right into her lap!
( money vanishes shortly after, anyhow, back into pocket. for safekeeping. interest shifts from credits to camaraderie at the drop of a hat. a gasp, ) you really think so? a 𝒻riend of mine tends to say otherwise——thinks i’m tone …
₍ eyes finally catching on the money, but writing it off immediately. it’s not as important as her new friend .ᐟ ₎ it’s very nice, and you’re very talented. i think you may have an affinity for music .ᐟ
and a laugh bubbles out of throat.
“oh, this is just 𝓇ich——hey, hey; we could get twice as much money in our pockets this way, couldn’t we? teamwork makes the dream work, or whatever the saying is!”
own eyes go a bit crossed as they try to track finger pressed ‘tween, blinking twice and returning gaze to other’s face once digit retreats.
he’s entirely real! and, apparently, so is his twin——absurdity of situation dawns on him, …
malachite hues blink back at own face, thumb and index pressing to chin in quizzical look. a hand raised —-- and poked right between doppelganger's eyes.
huh .ᐟ flesh and bone. and none of that bitter sweet in his mouth that usually follows *her masks around.
( combing through it *oooone more time, then glancing up with a delighted grin. ) why, thank you, dear friend! it’s just a little something i picked up a while back, *☺️.