[ It's pretty poor form for someone who's been a fugitive on the lam for ten years, but Cal startles a little at the interjection—he'd been too absorbed in his thoughts to notice someone approach him. His thoughts about... jewelry.
But he recovers quickly, bringing one hand up to rub the back of his neck in a gesture that could—potentially—be described as bashful. Like he's a child caught with his hand stuck in the Wookiee-ookie jar, but also not that sorry about it. As is his wont, he attempts to play it off with humor. ]
You think so? [ A beat. ] Does it look like something a terrifying space witch would wear?
[ For the record, the ring is gold and spiky and looks like it would hurt quite a bit if you got punched with it. Does that qualify for terrifying space witches? ]
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But he recovers quickly, bringing one hand up to rub the back of his neck in a gesture that could—potentially—be described as bashful. Like he's a child caught with his hand stuck in the Wookiee-ookie jar, but also not that sorry about it. As is his wont, he attempts to play it off with humor. ]
You think so? [ A beat. ] Does it look like something a terrifying space witch would wear?
[ For the record, the ring is gold and spiky and looks like it would hurt quite a bit if you got punched with it. Does that qualify for terrifying space witches? ]