The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway
Nov 18, 2014 23:38:31 GMT
Post by Noxienia Versailles on Nov 18, 2014 23:38:31 GMT
Noxie stared at their handprints contently, very pleased with herself. She clapped her hands together once out of pure satisfaction, being still so bubbly on the inside that she was bursting with the need to bounce or skip or something that involved movement. So she'd settled on a clap and rocking back and forth again. She nodded, noticing how much larger his hand was than hers, though she couldn't determine by just how much. Noxie continued to rock for a moment before reaching out her hand again, grabbing hold of Zeke's wrist once more. She held out her hand, pressing it open against his, simply curious. She stared, the tips of her fingers only reaching the center knuckles of each of his fingers. He could have bent the tops of his fingers down over hers maybe, hers were so small. Or were his just really big? She didn't have too many other hands to compare them to, although... All of her brothers seemed to have hands just as big, but then, they were older... Maybe hers were just small.
Noxie sat there, staring, trying to figure it out without really saying anything about it. She sank down slightly in her seat, trying to get a better view and make sure her hand wasn't down too low on his or anything like that that would make it seem littler than it was... but no. The heel of their hands were even. "Carval has a joke. About boys with big hands and feet. But maybe mine are just smaller than average like the rest of me." She tilted her head to the side, thinking aloud this time. She leaned the other way, trying to peer under the table at his feet now, hand still pressed against his. "Do you have big feet as well?"