[The handkerchief protests more as Michael offers it over, and the Nomad taps one of its corners with a finger. Hey, calm down, okay?]
[The handkerchief then heaves a sigh - as much as a handkerchief can; it's all body language - and clambers out of Michael's hand and up the Nomad's arm to sit on his shoulder, fold its little stick figure arms, and pout. Well fine then.]
[As for the other question, the Nomad raises a finger - hold on a second - then looks around, looking for...you know what, the flower petals will do. He claps his hands twice, and a half dozen petals abruptly grow googly eyes and stick figure limbs and spring to their brand-new feet, waving happily at Michael. The Nomad makes a ta-da gesture at them - see, that's why! They're his friends!]
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[The handkerchief then heaves a sigh - as much as a handkerchief can; it's all body language - and clambers out of Michael's hand and up the Nomad's arm to sit on his shoulder, fold its little stick figure arms, and pout. Well fine then.]
[As for the other question, the Nomad raises a finger - hold on a second - then looks around, looking for...you know what, the flower petals will do. He claps his hands twice, and a half dozen petals abruptly grow googly eyes and stick figure limbs and spring to their brand-new feet, waving happily at Michael. The Nomad makes a ta-da gesture at them - see, that's why! They're his friends!]