[Aware of the slightly endearing scrutiny he was placed under, Jim ducked his head with amused chuckle after Oliver's own hand met his bandages. Again, he had to compare it to a mirror or perhaps a reflection, the sides showing subtle similarities but the viewer would be able to tell the different between the two. A kinship, if you will, of the similarities, and while it was a bit ridiculous, he didn't care. The amusement he felt then had Jim looking down at his crocodile. Karen met his gaze with tired but equal amusement, clearly interested in the boy instead of cautious.
No words needed between the man and reptile, Jim turned his attention back to Oliver. The puffed out cheeks were a childish sight, laughable in a good way, and Jim just supposed he was embarrassed or something. The following words supported it, if he had to guess - he liked kids, but they had a talent of posing themselves as hard to read sometimes.]
Glad to hear it.
[He could see the geniosity behind Oliver's words, and that was more than enough for him. Reaching in his vest pocket, he found the scroll device and patted it, securing its safety - he'd need it for information later. His wallet, filled with some currency, rested in one of his pant's pockets, right below his deck holster, but he doubted his money would be good here. A job might be in order, but he'd wait and see.
Blinking as Oliver suddenly turned, Jim watched his actions. It reminded him of his friend Judai, the one he had known before they had went to Dark World. The carefree, curious one with a big heart. Laughing at Oliver's words, he bent down to quickly attack Karen to his back harness, allowing her a good few seconds to adjust against the leather before Jim sprinted off to walk beside the boy.]
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No words needed between the man and reptile, Jim turned his attention back to Oliver. The puffed out cheeks were a childish sight, laughable in a good way, and Jim just supposed he was embarrassed or something. The following words supported it, if he had to guess - he liked kids, but they had a talent of posing themselves as hard to read sometimes.]
Glad to hear it.
[He could see the geniosity behind Oliver's words, and that was more than enough for him. Reaching in his vest pocket, he found the scroll device and patted it, securing its safety - he'd need it for information later. His wallet, filled with some currency, rested in one of his pant's pockets, right below his deck holster, but he doubted his money would be good here. A job might be in order, but he'd wait and see.
Blinking as Oliver suddenly turned, Jim watched his actions. It reminded him of his friend Judai, the one he had known before they had went to Dark World. The carefree, curious one with a big heart. Laughing at Oliver's words, he bent down to quickly attack Karen to his back harness, allowing her a good few seconds to adjust against the leather before Jim sprinted off to walk beside the boy.]
We're right with ya, mate.