( the glass has warmed under Ben's palm, comfortably, but as Robbie approaches, he swears that the mirror glows with...just a little more warmth. not aggressively, in fact, so subtle as to be only curious, rather than alarming.
Robbie is closer now, close enough to see his face fully, and Ben had rather hoped that the appearance of orange-glowing eyes was mistakenly sinister; now that the man is near, it's easy to take in his entire face. he looks...conflicted, tense. Ben swallows, staring openly, but what else does one do when speaking face to face? Ben can't look away; looking here is the most relief he's been granted to feel since landing in this mysterious trap.
a question is leveled at him, and...Ben pauses. he knows what he would say to deflect the path, always done to keep himself out of trouble, whether it be with skeptics, or the church. )
...Research. ( it's not wrong, but it's equally I complete. Ben says it as if testing it, like tasting it, to see if it's palatable. it's slightly off, in flavor. ) I— study some rather esoteric cultural phenomena, and...help people, when I can. If snakes manifest in your home, I'm somewhat of a mongoose for hire. If...the mongoose were there to reinforce the house, more than anything.
( one can probably watch the cogs spinning behind Ben's eyes, or the glowing moment of self-awareness just before he scoffs at himself, gaze turning downward. ) Sorry, that was— a terrible metaphor. ( genuinely embarrassed, but it doesn't shatter Ben. almost as if he knows better than to try and be funny. it's not his strongest suit. )
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Robbie is closer now, close enough to see his face fully, and Ben had rather hoped that the appearance of orange-glowing eyes was mistakenly sinister; now that the man is near, it's easy to take in his entire face. he looks...conflicted, tense. Ben swallows, staring openly, but what else does one do when speaking face to face? Ben can't look away; looking here is the most relief he's been granted to feel since landing in this mysterious trap.
a question is leveled at him, and...Ben pauses. he knows what he would say to deflect the path, always done to keep himself out of trouble, whether it be with skeptics, or the church. )
...Research. ( it's not wrong, but it's equally I complete. Ben says it as if testing it, like tasting it, to see if it's palatable. it's slightly off, in flavor. ) I— study some rather esoteric cultural phenomena, and...help people, when I can. If snakes manifest in your home, I'm somewhat of a mongoose for hire. If...the mongoose were there to reinforce the house, more than anything.
( one can probably watch the cogs spinning behind Ben's eyes, or the glowing moment of self-awareness just before he scoffs at himself, gaze turning downward. ) Sorry, that was— a terrible metaphor. ( genuinely embarrassed, but it doesn't shatter Ben. almost as if he knows better than to try and be funny. it's not his strongest suit. )