[ They're both from different cultural backgrounds dealing with circumstances that are quite extraordinary; in his, small clothes or underwear are more like long johns in hers, and so he doesn't recognize the abbreviated, folded-up fabric lying at the bottom of the basket as clothing. He would be, on some level, appalled to realize he could be annoying someone in his earnestness to be helpful.
Fortunately, he has ended up in the company of a most charitable human. Following her lead, he steps into and pulls up the snug, abbreviated shorts, with a small wrinkle between his thick eyebrows that suggests volumes of his own, understated confusion.
Pinocchio turns to her a piercing, but not unsympathetic stare. ] You're worried. [ His gaze searches hers, distantly concerned, while his metal fingers splay over the door behind him without opening it. ] Do you think we're in danger?
[ Stun them, she instructs. She has no idea how vital that guidance is. Where Pinocchio is from, danger is best stopped in the most final and fatal of exercises of force.
The puppet looks at her offered hand, unsure of what to do with it. ]
...But you're not afraid of me. [ Pinocchio lifts his eyes from her hand. ] Why?
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Fortunately, he has ended up in the company of a most charitable human. Following her lead, he steps into and pulls up the snug, abbreviated shorts, with a small wrinkle between his thick eyebrows that suggests volumes of his own, understated confusion.
Pinocchio turns to her a piercing, but not unsympathetic stare. ] You're worried. [ His gaze searches hers, distantly concerned, while his metal fingers splay over the door behind him without opening it. ] Do you think we're in danger?
[ Stun them, she instructs. She has no idea how vital that guidance is. Where Pinocchio is from, danger is best stopped in the most final and fatal of exercises of force.
The puppet looks at her offered hand, unsure of what to do with it. ]
...But you're not afraid of me. [ Pinocchio lifts his eyes from her hand. ] Why?