“ Don’t move, okay? You’re really gorgeous ! I’ve always wanted to meet you — - and you’re finally here ! “
❝ Eh –Thank you for rather kind words !They are certainly appreciated and preserved. ❞ ❝ I may be kind of jumpy, some work is urgently waiting for my presence. ❞ ❝ I —think it will wait. ❞ ❝ May I see the final result ? ❞
❝ Yeah ! Quuuite a while, was n o t it ? ❞ ❝ I surely am doing just fine, thank you ! ❞ ❝ How about you, Jack Frost ? Which way is your life moving ? ❞
And eyes widen a fraction. Fingers slither into the pockets of her p i n k cardigan.
“——————hell, speak for yourself. You look… whoa.”
❝ Indeed you do ! ❞
And a sign of slight confusion, words of other so ambiguous. A compliment –? An i n s u l t ? Thoughts should not have negative tint, but ….it is –strange–, Tooth takes it as hint of compliment if anything.
“Little helpers…” Elsa found herself wanting to touch one to see if it’s feathers, or scales—whichever it was soft. “Certainly no one would be able to take this feat on alone. Though, I do admire your Baby Teeths.”
”—-may I touch one?”
No hesitation, s l i g h t l y, just for a split second. It is one of her many helpers, still –important–, part of the Tooth Fairy’s bussiness.
❝ You may if Baby Tooth, of course, accepts ! ❞ Attention oriented on little, almost similar creature like Tooth.
❝ I am glad to hear !❞ ❝ I think Baby Tooth has no problem with touching. ❞