icons, and lack of spaces

[reiks]

If I may interrupt- yet again, my lady, I must questions your motives once more.

It isn't as though I do not appreciate your efforts. You know I do. Many an hour you spend in front of ... whatever it was you were calling it- and they are lovely pictures, indeed. Personal bias notwithstanding.

But- you do see where I am leading with this, of course, hm? So many, but little room to get the proper use of them, and the consideration is generous yes--

You are far too easily distracted, m'love.

No, the irony is not lost on me.

Just consider this: what good is there in wasting hard-earned coin away when you have little to no plan of actually doing anything with me?

... yet.

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[reiks]

[ He still isn't entirely sure what this little creature is - no bundle of mobile scrap metal, that was certain, far too refined and polished to be junk - but he hasn't thought any less of him, no matter what he is. Mo, as he calls himself, has been nothing short of darling.

Like, now. The small rock brought to him and the reason given- he has been misunderstood, of course, but Hal laughs and smiles bright all the same. ]

Well, how very thoughtful of you! [ The rock is gathered into his hand, and tucked into the breast pocket of his coat, safely pat-patted to ensure it would not fall loose. ] And here I am without a gift in return. Surely there must be a way to thank you, for your consideration.