You don't strike me as someone who'd work for Mycroft Holmes anyhow.
[See, it's funny because Mycroft really did plot to evict Stephen's soul from his body that one time. Stephen's smile fades, though--it seems he's getting a present, and he remembers now what that was about.]
...Something for counting, right?
[It's still mortifying that so many people know about his affliction.]
Yeah, there are a lot of reasons why I wouldn't work for Mycroft. I'd rather pound my hand flat with a mallet. Nothing personal against the guy.
[Rhys is much better as an independent contractor. He hands over the bundle, with a small smile.]
Hopefully the MN poisoning is easing up so you don't need it quite as much, but it's something to keep your mind on, for whatever.
[Inside the wrapped bundle is a bracelet, strung with about a dozen beads that move freely on the cord. It's been pieced together ffrom other pieces of Rhys's jewelry, and it looks fairly securely made if a bit mismatched.]
[Stephen winces involuntarily at the mention of pounding one's hand flat. He cradles the bundle in one palm and picks it open with the other hand, careful because he doesn't know that the beads he can feel moving around are all attached until he finishes and actually sees them.]
It's....
[It's not quite what he needs, but it's something that could scratch the itch without the risk of losing real pills because he keeps opening the bottles to get at them.]
Yeah, I sacrificed a little jewelry for it, but it's cool. I figured I can always get more bracelets, but this helps you right now. So, you know. Every little bit.
[Rhys considers for a moment, tail lashing in thought.]
Because they might do you some good, and even though I don't always like you, you generally seem to try and do your best for the people here...that means a lot. To me, they're just bracelets, with my magic gone. They can actually do you some good.
[Rhys isn't always reliable, or pleasant, or any of a lot of things, but in general, he can be relied on to be both honest, and practical. It's just taken him some time to get around to knowing exactly how he feels about Stephen.]
No problem. Good karma, you know? Anyway, they should be pretty sturdy, just don't try hanging from them or anything.
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[See, it's funny because Mycroft really did plot to evict Stephen's soul from his body that one time. Stephen's smile fades, though--it seems he's getting a present, and he remembers now what that was about.]
...Something for counting, right?
[It's still mortifying that so many people know about his affliction.]
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[Rhys is much better as an independent contractor. He hands over the bundle, with a small smile.]
Hopefully the MN poisoning is easing up so you don't need it quite as much, but it's something to keep your mind on, for whatever.
[Inside the wrapped bundle is a bracelet, strung with about a dozen beads that move freely on the cord. It's been pieced together ffrom other pieces of Rhys's jewelry, and it looks fairly securely made if a bit mismatched.]
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It's....
[It's not quite what he needs, but it's something that could scratch the itch without the risk of losing real pills because he keeps opening the bottles to get at them.]
Thank you. This must have been hard to come by.
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Yeah, I sacrificed a little jewelry for it, but it's cool. I figured I can always get more bracelets, but this helps you right now. So, you know. Every little bit.
[It's not perfect, but he tried.]
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Why?
[He turns his eyes to meet Rhys's, looking troubled.]
Why would you go to this much trouble for me? Give me your jewelry?
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Because they might do you some good, and even though I don't always like you, you generally seem to try and do your best for the people here...that means a lot. To me, they're just bracelets, with my magic gone. They can actually do you some good.
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...Thank you.
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No problem. Good karma, you know? Anyway, they should be pretty sturdy, just don't try hanging from them or anything.
And don't make your cloak jealous.
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Going to warn me they're a choking hazard next?
[There's no venom in his bite, though.]