[ He almost feels foolish for not immediately realizing it. It's about three seconds into him mentally categorizing his possessions and wondering when he ever had a pocket knife that the pieces slot. Pocket knife. Letter opener. Confusion relaxes and then scrunches right into a tight press of lips, his chin upturned just so.
Very funny, Thorin. It should not be forgotten that this pocket knife once saved someone's foolish hide. Or at the very least, delayed the unthinkable so that the Company could do the saving, because he hadn't done much, not really.
Anyway--
Despite how worn and pitiful it has become, his coat is still very much intact and with its length, it drapes over his sword, only leaving a small portion of the sheath peeking out below. He pats over his coat, over his hip... and then, wait um, pats again, a little more to the side; oh, there it is. The action is meant to be a comforting one, but perhaps needing to pat around for the hilt has the opposite effect. Either way, Bilbo dismisses the inquiry, the same as he dismisses Thorin – with a turn and a settle of his weight there on the bench-seat. ] I'll keep an eye on it. [ The pack he means. While Thorin goes and gets... himself some ale? For both of them? Bilbo wouldn't like to presume but it would be the polite thing to do.
… On second thought, that means it won't be happening. ]
i always get nervous when something treads close to godmoding SO REALLY if im ever an idiot, slap me
Very funny, Thorin. It should not be forgotten that this pocket knife once saved someone's foolish hide. Or at the very least, delayed the unthinkable so that the Company could do the saving, because he hadn't done much, not really.
Anyway--
Despite how worn and pitiful it has become, his coat is still very much intact and with its length, it drapes over his sword, only leaving a small portion of the sheath peeking out below. He pats over his coat, over his hip... and then, wait um, pats again, a little more to the side; oh, there it is. The action is meant to be a comforting one, but perhaps needing to pat around for the hilt has the opposite effect. Either way, Bilbo dismisses the inquiry, the same as he dismisses Thorin – with a turn and a settle of his weight there on the bench-seat. ] I'll keep an eye on it. [ The pack he means. While Thorin goes and gets... himself some ale? For both of them? Bilbo wouldn't like to presume but it would be the polite thing to do.
… On second thought, that means it won't be happening. ]