[ He's about to say something smart and teasing, mouth twisting into one of his more infuriating sorts of smiles of his. Faraday knows he hardly does much of anything, really; no more than a few small tasks that he had volunteered himself for in an effort to keep himself busy.
But that wouldn't stop him from complaining. Simply because that was his main form of discourse.
And he's ready to do more of it, except—
Well. Emma just had to go and say that, didn't shee?
His hands freeze on the cards, and his gaze snaps to her, eyes slightly wide and expression blank. Surprise, more than anything, because Faraday hasn't had a place to call "home" in decades. Not since he was a difficult child, flinching bodily at the use of his full name. Not since he took up drifting from town to town.
For a few long seconds, Faraday can do little more than stare and blink; his command of the English language had always left a little something to be desired, but this is ridiculous.
Eventually thought returns to him, along with a handful of words, and he clears his throat, realizing he's been silent for far too long. His gaze flicks down to his hands. ]
I believe you may have misspoke, there. [ Lightly, in case Emma has a desire to take back her words.
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But that wouldn't stop him from complaining. Simply because that was his main form of discourse.
And he's ready to do more of it, except—
Well. Emma just had to go and say that, didn't shee?
His hands freeze on the cards, and his gaze snaps to her, eyes slightly wide and expression blank. Surprise, more than anything, because Faraday hasn't had a place to call "home" in decades. Not since he was a difficult child, flinching bodily at the use of his full name. Not since he took up drifting from town to town.
For a few long seconds, Faraday can do little more than stare and blink; his command of the English language had always left a little something to be desired, but this is ridiculous.
Eventually thought returns to him, along with a handful of words, and he clears his throat, realizing he's been silent for far too long. His gaze flicks down to his hands. ]
I believe you may have misspoke, there. [ Lightly, in case Emma has a desire to take back her words.
(A distant part of him hopes she doesn't.) ]
Or else, not rightly sure if I heard you right.