[PQ] there's magic in the making

Jorseval

there's a high tide rising
oh, and I don't mind

Jorseval had for some time held his thick skin as a point of pride, the “I don’t care what anyone thinks of me” armor having been his greatest asset in adult life. It grates that the there’s a chink in that armor now, that he notices the skepticism in Amalia’s assessment of him or feels entirely the outsider from the look that passes between Remi and Phoebe. Mostly he dislikes his own reaction to it, why should he feel left out of something he didn’t want to be a part of in the first place?

“Aw c’mon, Chickadee, I’m not that bad! I said I’d come help and here I am: helping!” He tries for playful, and gets it, mostly. The tightness of his jaw and a manic gleam in his eye give his streak of petulance away to those who bother to notice. Eyes on Amalia again he gestures at his feet as they walk themselves over the curtain rod in need of repair before glancing back at the stage and really assessing the work. “I can get a start on rehanging this here. Don’t suppose there’s spare lumber about to replace some of the boards?” This directed at Remi, who seems to be the font of supplies.