I'm not entirely sure. Something nice. Something I don't have yet.
[one of those 'I'll know it when I see it' things, probably.
...And speaking of things he doesn't have yet, something snags his attention like a fishhook--his eyes, then his head, then rest of his body turning and halting as it catches him.
It's when he's really struck by something new, the caught-of-guard ping to his curious nature, that he forgets himself a little bit. No real expression on his face, like he forgets that it can move, and a sharp cant of his head.
He's looking at a little display of sunglasses. Brassy frames, intricate little rivets, perfectly round lenses stained all sorts of dark colors... and he looks a little baffled by them]
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[one of those 'I'll know it when I see it' things, probably.
...And speaking of things he doesn't have yet, something snags his attention like a fishhook--his eyes, then his head, then rest of his body turning and halting as it catches him.
It's when he's really struck by something new, the caught-of-guard ping to his curious nature, that he forgets himself a little bit. No real expression on his face, like he forgets that it can move, and a sharp cant of his head.
He's looking at a little display of sunglasses. Brassy frames, intricate little rivets, perfectly round lenses stained all sorts of dark colors... and he looks a little baffled by them]