James shoved his hand under the pillow, feeling around for what he wanted and then, deftly, he wriggled his hand inside it and pulled it out. And there, in all it's glory, was James's hand puppet of himself. Or rather his 'Trickster' self in full colourful costume and an adorable little mask. He was looking directly at Hartley while the real James buried his head into his pillow, his voice muffled slightly as the puppet spoke for him. "I could tell you so many ways I want you but they all get tangled in my throat and they never come out properly. You don't ever believe me and you just don't get it." Then the tiny puppet lowered it's head sadly.
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James shoved his hand under the pillow, feeling around for what he wanted and then, deftly, he wriggled his hand inside it and pulled it out. And there, in all it's glory, was James's hand puppet of himself. Or rather his 'Trickster' self in full colourful costume and an adorable little mask. He was looking directly at Hartley while the real James buried his head into his pillow, his voice muffled slightly as the puppet spoke for him. "I could tell you so many ways I want you but they all get tangled in my throat and they never come out properly. You don't ever believe me and you just don't get it." Then the tiny puppet lowered it's head sadly.