[They're not even a shot apiece. L can't for the life of him imagine why they were made, whether for someone very small or for contents that are fearsomely concentrated.
He glances down, realizing that his long, bony fingers are fiddling with the straps on his backpack rather compulsively. While he hadn't constructed a sustainable backstory yet that he feels he's content with, he hadn't expected that it would be so very easy for someone to suss out what he did, nearly exclusively.]
Do those exist where you're from?
[Stalling, probably obvious, but it's useful at least to gauge what exactly that word might mean to Illarion.]
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He glances down, realizing that his long, bony fingers are fiddling with the straps on his backpack rather compulsively. While he hadn't constructed a sustainable backstory yet that he feels he's content with, he hadn't expected that it would be so very easy for someone to suss out what he did, nearly exclusively.]
Do those exist where you're from?
[Stalling, probably obvious, but it's useful at least to gauge what exactly that word might mean to Illarion.]