[ He'd been speaking aloud but he hadn't really expected anyone to respond, and he blinks at Hilda, a little confused, before he realizes that she is, indeed, speaking to him. He crosses his arms and sighs, slouching a little as he takes a moment to answer. ]
Both. But mostly the latter. I'm looking someone who is selling...
[ And here he trails off, because how does he even begin to describe what he's looking for? It has to be perfect. It's for her, his entire world, and nothing here even comes close to matching her beauty. When he finishes the sentence, it's lamely, with another sigh. ]
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Both. But mostly the latter. I'm looking someone who is selling...
[ And here he trails off, because how does he even begin to describe what he's looking for? It has to be perfect. It's for her, his entire world, and nothing here even comes close to matching her beauty. When he finishes the sentence, it's lamely, with another sigh. ]
Something special. None of it fits.