Titor too!? A'trus you're a monster. >:C
Mikh'a fumbled with the locket. It danced and bounced off of the tips of his fingers as it was tossed to him and he barely caught it by the chain, the object dangling there from the first knuckle of his left ring finger. Nope, still bad at life. The boy groaned in relief and were his ears not already flat from the hat they would have been then. The praise from Erik received a weak smile, not because he didn't appreciate it, but because by the time that door had been locked he was shaking so hard he wasn't sure he could talk. Now that they were alone and the adrenaline could start wearing off his little heart was pounding like a terrified rabbits and he was feeling woozy. The boy was more than grateful for a moment to catch his breath after that little performance and he only hoped if he had to that he could do it again.
Digging the eye out of the belt pouch he carefully unwrapped it from its well guarded hiding place and slid it in to place in the locket before he walked over to join Erik again. "What is all of this going to do?" he asked while searching the man's face. Erik had been secretive up to this point, but there they were ready to start and he wanted to know if only so that he could be a little bit more helpful.
He did give a long enough pause to admire the telescope, mind you, and were the situation different he might have wanted to climb right up on to it and start picking at how it was put together, how it worked, learning it so he could take it home and replicate it. There was no time for that now, the longer they spent on the run and away from their broken little family the more dangerous this was going to get for them.
