( gustave says with a pause, a glance down at his arm, and a short laugh. flexing his left hand, he doesn't feel anything at all from it, no nerve ends to connect to it, but he knows the motion and feels it in the way he imagines it happening.
he glances back at the man. )
It never was a problem back where I am from. Things are different here.
( so different, from lumiere.
quirking his lips into a smile, he offers his (right) hand for a shake. )
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( gustave says with a pause, a glance down at his arm, and a short laugh. flexing his left hand, he doesn't feel anything at all from it, no nerve ends to connect to it, but he knows the motion and feels it in the way he imagines it happening.
he glances back at the man. )
It never was a problem back where I am from. Things are different here.
( so different, from lumiere.
quirking his lips into a smile, he offers his (right) hand for a shake. )
I owe you one. I'm Gustave.