[ the slightest tilt of adam's head and the minor shift of one shoulder might suggest that iggy's claim of being a daft, chalk-eating child either doesn't surprise him in the slightest, or doesn't mean anything to him at all. it's hard to tell, but either way he looks very briefly judgmental - less about the chalk eating and more about iggy's apparent eagerness to help himself to the rest of the proffered candies, but the judgment is there and gone before it can even really settle.
when his hand is empty, adam returns to messing with the plastic egg still held between his palms, but it's an idle gesture. his focus is primarily on iggy. his teeth, his mouth, where his gaze maybe lingers for a moment for no particular reason - his eyes, once he realizes he's being addressed again. ]
I understand the meaning. [ the corner of his mouth quirks subtly, maybe not quite a smile, but something close to it. adam glances away from iggy for a moment, down toward the treeline where people are starting to disappear into the forest for their little game of chase, and then back to iggy again. is he having fun? not really, but - ] I can't say that all of this is my - type.
[ of "fun", he means. hunting, being hunted, colorful plastic eggs full of shitty candy, etc. adam snaps the two halves of the egg in his hand together and then pulls them apart again. normally, he wouldn't intentionally engage in further conversation with a stranger, but something compels him to continue. he tilts his head slightly, idly looking iggy over again with seemingly no shame. ]
Is it yours? [ a beat. ] You seem very... involved.
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when his hand is empty, adam returns to messing with the plastic egg still held between his palms, but it's an idle gesture. his focus is primarily on iggy. his teeth, his mouth, where his gaze maybe lingers for a moment for no particular reason - his eyes, once he realizes he's being addressed again. ]
I understand the meaning. [ the corner of his mouth quirks subtly, maybe not quite a smile, but something close to it. adam glances away from iggy for a moment, down toward the treeline where people are starting to disappear into the forest for their little game of chase, and then back to iggy again. is he having fun? not really, but - ] I can't say that all of this is my - type.
[ of "fun", he means. hunting, being hunted, colorful plastic eggs full of shitty candy, etc. adam snaps the two halves of the egg in his hand together and then pulls them apart again. normally, he wouldn't intentionally engage in further conversation with a stranger, but something compels him to continue. he tilts his head slightly, idly looking iggy over again with seemingly no shame. ]
Is it yours? [ a beat. ] You seem very... involved.