[Devero is definitely looking a little spooky, huddled up on the bench beside the priest. He looks from Sanzo to the rustling sea of paper and licks his lips, then nods.]
Another time, maybe. [Maybe.
If there had been any hint of recoil or return, Devero might have flinched himself right off the bench when the sutra returned to Sanzo's hand. But it happens so instantaneously that it takes him a moment to even realize that it's gone all small and normal.
He watches it for another moment, searching for some... some mechanism, some explanation for how that could have happened. Of course, there's nothing to be seen, nothing that would fit into his schema of the world is supposed to work.
He licks his lips again, a nervous tic, and then wipes them unconsciously with the back of his hand.] Sorry, I'm-- sorry, I-- I wasn't expecting anything like that.
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Another time, maybe. [Maybe.
If there had been any hint of recoil or return, Devero might have flinched himself right off the bench when the sutra returned to Sanzo's hand. But it happens so instantaneously that it takes him a moment to even realize that it's gone all small and normal.
He watches it for another moment, searching for some... some mechanism, some explanation for how that could have happened. Of course, there's nothing to be seen, nothing that would fit into his schema of the world is supposed to work.
He licks his lips again, a nervous tic, and then wipes them unconsciously with the back of his hand.] Sorry, I'm-- sorry, I-- I wasn't expecting anything like that.