It probably helps that it is only frustration, innocent and unpressured and entirely his own. It's not anger borne of pain or conditioning, it's not the anxious, agitated fear borne of failure. Frustration on its own is still fairly new to Sans-Serif - he wouldn't even really know to put that word to this feeling. He's just put out that their fun has been interrupted by what seems like such a minor issue in the grand scale of things.
And indeed, when he hears his brother giggling, Sans-Serif moves a hand away from one eyesocket to offer his brother a sheepish sort of smile. Some of the tension bleeds out of him, and he pushes himself back up into a sitting position.
"maybe? i thought they mostly used nails. but i guess you can't use nails for everything. so let's go look!" A carpenter's workshop is as good a place to check as any. And besides, maybe they can find a better pair of scissors there, or some more string for later.
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Date: 2016-05-14 11:23 pm (UTC)And indeed, when he hears his brother giggling, Sans-Serif moves a hand away from one eyesocket to offer his brother a sheepish sort of smile. Some of the tension bleeds out of him, and he pushes himself back up into a sitting position.
"maybe? i thought they mostly used nails. but i guess you can't use nails for everything. so let's go look!" A carpenter's workshop is as good a place to check as any. And besides, maybe they can find a better pair of scissors there, or some more string for later.