I don't know who that is, [is an automatic reminder as she takes the gloves.
There is no showmanship about it. Wysteria simply sets the gloves on one side of the paper, and then closes the other half over them.
Completely.
All the way over them.
The two sides of the folded paper meet flush and smooth, as if nothing at all lived between them that might reasonably make closing the fold—not difficult. Impossible.
Wysteria folds the paper a few more times, making a neat little self secured origami envelope out of the thing. She slides it back across the table to him.]
no subject
There is no showmanship about it. Wysteria simply sets the gloves on one side of the paper, and then closes the other half over them.
Completely.
All the way over them.
The two sides of the folded paper meet flush and smooth, as if nothing at all lived between them that might reasonably make closing the fold—not difficult. Impossible.
Wysteria folds the paper a few more times, making a neat little self secured origami envelope out of the thing. She slides it back across the table to him.]
There.