Picking my way across the battlefield requires me to glance down every so often, making sure not to turn my ankle on the barrel of a Goumin mace. I make it a dance, sauntering towards Marvey with my sword slung over my shoulder. "Probably?" I answer, shrugging. It doesn't matter what it is, so long as it's mine. Marvey understands that sentiment pretty well, I think.
"How'd you fare? Any shinies?" As I draw closer, my smirk dims just a bit; Marvey did have a harder time of it than I did, and seems to be pained. But he's still standing, which means he's fine enough for now. I'll hold back any serious concern until he's no longer able to do so.
He'd be insulted if I acted any differently. We know each other well enough for that much, by now.
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Date: 2012-08-12 04:44 am (UTC)"How'd you fare? Any shinies?" As I draw closer, my smirk dims just a bit; Marvey did have a harder time of it than I did, and seems to be pained. But he's still standing, which means he's fine enough for now. I'll hold back any serious concern until he's no longer able to do so.
He'd be insulted if I acted any differently. We know each other well enough for that much, by now.