[ His eyes go wide-- first in confusion and then in shock.]
What? I- [ The sight of Dhaos taking his gloves makes him panic as he realizes what exactly he's done. He looks down at his hands, his stained black hands, and then reaches for Dhaos and the gloves.]
Give me them back! [ There's no anger in his words, just pure and utter desperation. He hadn't intended to-- he didn't want anyone to see-- It makes him feel vulnerable, so incredibly vulnerable, and he hates it. He hates the emotion that's welled up inside him, that's begun to fall down his face in a few errant tears.]
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What? I- [ The sight of Dhaos taking his gloves makes him panic as he realizes what exactly he's done. He looks down at his hands, his stained black hands, and then reaches for Dhaos and the gloves.]
Give me them back! [ There's no anger in his words, just pure and utter desperation.
He hadn't intended to-- he didn't want anyone to see--It makes him feel vulnerable, so incredibly vulnerable, and he hates it. He hates the emotion that's welled up inside him, that's begun to fall down his face in a few errant tears.]