He doesn't feel great about being too far away from it where it isn't safe from being stolen or something, he's not going to lie, but that anxiety is deeply overridden by the prospect of hurdy-gurdy.
"I can do that. Hold on." He picks it up from where he laid it by his chair and grabs his backpack too, hauling them both against the nearest wall, the pipe underneath the backpack so that he might hear something in case it gets taken. He doesn't think this pointy-ear woman will do anything, but the shadows have been really weird lately, so...
"There. It's over by the wall. Um--... how did you know I had that? And can I ask why? Does the..." oh he sounds dumb for even asking but, "... does the hurdy-gurdy have something magnetic?"
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He doesn't feel great about being too far away from it where it isn't safe from being stolen or something, he's not going to lie, but that anxiety is deeply overridden by the prospect of hurdy-gurdy.
"I can do that. Hold on." He picks it up from where he laid it by his chair and grabs his backpack too, hauling them both against the nearest wall, the pipe underneath the backpack so that he might hear something in case it gets taken. He doesn't think this pointy-ear woman will do anything, but the shadows have been really weird lately, so...
"There. It's over by the wall. Um--... how did you know I had that? And can I ask why? Does the..." oh he sounds dumb for even asking but, "... does the hurdy-gurdy have something magnetic?"