Billy gives Bubba a new sewing kit for whatever he needs it for 👀
. . . ! oh, how exciting! what little light that shines through his mask glimmers against dark pupils, his giddiness contagious. a smile - bright, showcasing a flash of teeth, crooked and worried over by a thick tongue / brightens the nervous lines of his eyes. gingerly, he steps closer, moving with a surprising grace as he accepts the offered box, turning it over this way and that. it's even tied with a little bow...!
it's not often he's given anything of purpose (a broken femur from drayton, a few days back. a dead bird from nubbins. a boot to the chest from an unruly guest—) so this is, by all accounts, a welcome surprise! something practical, and in good timing too. the needles he'd been using were beginning to rust. blood, sadly, did not mesh well with metal.
a protracted croak, followed by a soft whine - bubba fidgets with the carton for only a second longer, before his attention snaps back up to billy's expectant features. * how rude of bubba! eagerly, his free hand is raised, landing (rather roughly) atop the other's head, patting him once, twice... a chirp leaves him, then a series of unintelligible gurgles — thank you! he will use these well!