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chanter1944) wrote2020-05-31 11:05 pm
chanter1944) wrote2020-05-31 11:05 pm
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Sunday six or seven
Or thereabouts. Spoilers for an as-yet unreleased fic in the alterna-kwami and -wielder vignettes series.
"You're with me, bird boy," calls the approaching Firewall, "whoever you are. You too, mousie--where the heck is your weapon, anyway?"
The question is to Chantecler, who at first appears to miss it despite the thumb jabbed in his direction, but who eventually does catch the dragon hero's drift and indicate what's secured in his belt with an only passingly nonchalant flip of his own nearer hand. Firewall glances over and down, then gives him as dubious, or maybe incredulously bemused, a look as is possible while masked from ear to ear. "Really?" A beat's pause, and a shrug. "I guess it could be worse. Can you even use a throwing ring?"
"You're with me, bird boy," calls the approaching Firewall, "whoever you are. You too, mousie--where the heck is your weapon, anyway?"
The question is to Chantecler, who at first appears to miss it despite the thumb jabbed in his direction, but who eventually does catch the dragon hero's drift and indicate what's secured in his belt with an only passingly nonchalant flip of his own nearer hand. Firewall glances over and down, then gives him as dubious, or maybe incredulously bemused, a look as is possible while masked from ear to ear. "Really?" A beat's pause, and a shrug. "I guess it could be worse. Can you even use a throwing ring?"
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