[Shikamaru's not sure what he did to deserve that kind of look. Or this kind of response.
It's just a lighter.
It's not.
Can he tell that...?
Shikamaru chuckles (anxiously, still not looking), and leans down. He pats Murkrow on the head - thank you - before sorting through the lighters.
He eyes the ones on the ground first before moving up and-- there. His face brightens up like a kid at Christmas, and he picks a gray one from the Pokemon's wings. The way he handles it is tender, something precious and something grateful.]
Hey. You found it. [He opens it up, tests the light. A flame spark and he closes it.] Heh, look. Still works too.
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It's just a lighter.
It's not.
Can he tell that...?
Shikamaru chuckles (anxiously, still not looking), and leans down. He pats Murkrow on the head - thank you - before sorting through the lighters.
He eyes the ones on the ground first before moving up and-- there. His face brightens up like a kid at Christmas, and he picks a gray one from the Pokemon's wings. The way he handles it is tender, something precious and something grateful.]
Hey. You found it. [He opens it up, tests the light. A flame spark and he closes it.] Heh, look. Still works too.