[Shit, is there anything he can’t offer? For a glove? Aubrey’s eyes flick back to it for a moment, as if it might spring to life and grant one’s wildest dreams.
[Then again… it’s never just about the item, is it? It’s the person who wears it. Wore it. The bat lowers ever so slightly, involuntary.]
You know, tempting as it is to take you up on everything… [Maybe she should be more skeptical of that in its own right, actually. But no reuptation can go underestimated out here.] …now I’m curious. Too. [The last word is tacked on like the afterthought it is. “Curious, too”—meaning everything else up for offer is still being considered.]
Whose is it? [She tries to sound wary and fails; attempts to compensate by swinging the bat back across herself, a non-nailed patch landing flat in the opposite hand.] A friend’s? [Despite the gesture, she can’t make it sound like a threat.]
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[Shit, is there anything he can’t offer? For a glove? Aubrey’s eyes flick back to it for a moment, as if it might spring to life and grant one’s wildest dreams.
[Then again… it’s never just about the item, is it? It’s the person who wears it. Wore it. The bat lowers ever so slightly, involuntary.]
You know, tempting as it is to take you up on everything… [Maybe she should be more skeptical of that in its own right, actually. But no reuptation can go underestimated out here.] …now I’m curious. Too. [The last word is tacked on like the afterthought it is. “Curious, too”—meaning everything else up for offer is still being considered.]
Whose is it? [She tries to sound wary and fails; attempts to compensate by swinging the bat back across herself, a non-nailed patch landing flat in the opposite hand.] A friend’s? [Despite the gesture, she can’t make it sound like a threat.]