[It's silly -- a side effect of blood loss or the stress of the day, something like that, Koby's mind going hazy and foggy -- but the approval makes something delighted and bright spring up in his chest. He's tired and in pain, that's why he feels this warmed by Mihawk's approval. That and his damned insatiable need to be praised, to be told he'd done something right, by someone, anyone, instead of the long list of all the ways he's failed. That's all this feeling is. It'll pass.]
Good. [Later, Koby will full admire the features of the house, the amount of space, the security of the door and the darkened warmth of the polished walls. For now, though, he just reaches out to gently trail his fingertips across the tops of the flowers as they pass, like they're some small, beloved pet, something achingly fond in his soft smile.
It's very clean and spare inside, which is interesting -- there's so much space, Koby would've anticipated more furnishings. Something dark and lavish, like the exterior of the house. But there's a couch, that's enough for him for now -- his knees feel like they're about to give out beneath him. Koby stumbles to sit heavily, both hands clutching at the cushions as he slowly draws in a breath. His head is spinning, a throbbing sort of buzz in his ears, and he recognizes vividly that he's about to pass out. He squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on counting breaths, slow and even, one two three, one two three...
But then, summoning all his strength:] They're not t-tacky.
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Good. [Later, Koby will full admire the features of the house, the amount of space, the security of the door and the darkened warmth of the polished walls. For now, though, he just reaches out to gently trail his fingertips across the tops of the flowers as they pass, like they're some small, beloved pet, something achingly fond in his soft smile.
It's very clean and spare inside, which is interesting -- there's so much space, Koby would've anticipated more furnishings. Something dark and lavish, like the exterior of the house. But there's a couch, that's enough for him for now -- his knees feel like they're about to give out beneath him. Koby stumbles to sit heavily, both hands clutching at the cushions as he slowly draws in a breath. His head is spinning, a throbbing sort of buzz in his ears, and he recognizes vividly that he's about to pass out. He squeezes his eyes shut, focuses on counting breaths, slow and even, one two three, one two three...
But then, summoning all his strength:] They're not t-tacky.