[Trish has to admit she's deeply intrigued at the prospect that an object that fits in a single one of Doppio's hands could potentially be seen as dangerous. Her only response is a blink he can't see as she tries to study his face under the brim of his hat.
Especially since he implies she should understand why it's so fraught, a fact that doubles her intrigue, and she only flinches a little when he very suddenly holds it out to her like it might burn him if he keeps it on his person any longer.
Bemused, she carefully takes it with both hands, pink claws scraping lightly at the newspaper adorning the object.
She's looking at Doppio when she asks:]
Are you sure about this, Doppio?
[Because he seems...awfully tense. Which is a puzzling way to feel about an act of good will on his part.
Even if her own heart flutters when she thinks she spies a familiar face here, there – blond or black or white or green in the corner of her vision. People she promised to never betray, and she firmly believes she isn't, but what she ascribes to her actions and what they would ascribe to them...are ill-matched at the moment.
She rests the wrapped picture on her knees.]
Because if you're not, I won't take it. I'm not here to put you in a bad position.
[She's clearly testing just what this gesture is supposed to mean, because she hasn't made any move to unwrap it. Which is also a courtesy, because she assumes she's not supposed to until he's well out of sight, even if the curiosity gnaws at her gut.]
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Especially since he implies she should understand why it's so fraught, a fact that doubles her intrigue, and she only flinches a little when he very suddenly holds it out to her like it might burn him if he keeps it on his person any longer.
Bemused, she carefully takes it with both hands, pink claws scraping lightly at the newspaper adorning the object.
She's looking at Doppio when she asks:]
Are you sure about this, Doppio?
[Because he seems...awfully tense. Which is a puzzling way to feel about an act of good will on his part.
Even if her own heart flutters when she thinks she spies a familiar face here, there – blond or black or white or green in the corner of her vision. People she promised to never betray, and she firmly believes she isn't, but what she ascribes to her actions and what they would ascribe to them...are ill-matched at the moment.
She rests the wrapped picture on her knees.]
Because if you're not, I won't take it. I'm not here to put you in a bad position.
[She's clearly testing just what this gesture is supposed to mean, because she hasn't made any move to unwrap it. Which is also a courtesy, because she assumes she's not supposed to until he's well out of sight, even if the curiosity gnaws at her gut.]