[ Matthew is staring at the stag in total awe, does that count as respect? Until it butts against his hand, that is, which is when a smile bursts across his face. BAM. It's like sunshine, the way he smiles, all perfect teeth and dimples and delight.
Thoughts of Kavinsky are utterly driven from his mind at this point.
He doesn't really give the stag a pet, or a scratch, but slowly strokes its face once from nose to forehead, looking into its eyes in a way that suggests he's both bewildered and pleased that it exists. Good stag. You are incredible.
It takes a minute for Will's words to sink in. Well, not an actual sixty-second minute, but close, because Matthew's so preoccupied with the shadow creature. He tears his eyes away and looks back to the man in plaid. ]
Hang on, you mean you can ride him?
[ His tone suggests he finds that seriously awesome. ]
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Thoughts of Kavinsky are utterly driven from his mind at this point.
He doesn't really give the stag a pet, or a scratch, but slowly strokes its face once from nose to forehead, looking into its eyes in a way that suggests he's both bewildered and pleased that it exists. Good stag. You are incredible.
It takes a minute for Will's words to sink in. Well, not an actual sixty-second minute, but close, because Matthew's so preoccupied with the shadow creature. He tears his eyes away and looks back to the man in plaid. ]
Hang on, you mean you can ride him?
[ His tone suggests he finds that seriously awesome. ]