[ Red studies Gold's expression and demeanor with a keen eye, looking for any signs of lingering stress. Gold looked.. better, so Red feels like he can relax a little. His firm hold loosens on Gold's forearms, eventually dropping by his sides and he exhales a long suffering sigh. He hates this is the way that it is.
Red even reaches up to remove his hat and rake a hand through his hair, making a few quiet, grumbling noises, trying to process the best way to say this while settling his eyes on something else-- anything else. He settles the hat back on his head and sighs again.
There's really no.. tasteful way, huh? ]
... The stamps.
[ You know. The stamps. Red makes that same.. finger in hole gesture again. ]
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Red even reaches up to remove his hat and rake a hand through his hair, making a few quiet, grumbling noises, trying to process the best way to say this while settling his eyes on something else-- anything else. He settles the hat back on his head and sighs again.
There's really no.. tasteful way, huh? ]
... The stamps.
[ You know. The stamps. Red makes that same.. finger in hole gesture again. ]