I'd hate to even imagine the sorta' world that doesn't have my favorite shortstack.
[ He holds his hands up, a show of "I'm unarmed!" palm for that accusing look, though his grin doesn't look all that apologetic.
Grateful that the next chasm doesn't require bent necks and hunched shoulders, Lavi narrows his eye again at the faint chatter of voices, of scurrying, reaching for his holster thoughtlessly.
(But it might not even be there; just a phantom of disease in his brain. He waits to see if she has any reaction, fingers hovering loosely at his weapon, ready to draw.) ]
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[ He holds his hands up, a show of "I'm unarmed!" palm for that accusing look, though his grin doesn't look all that apologetic.
Grateful that the next chasm doesn't require bent necks and hunched shoulders, Lavi narrows his eye again at the faint chatter of voices, of scurrying, reaching for his holster thoughtlessly.
(But it might not even be there; just a phantom of disease in his brain. He waits to see if she has any reaction, fingers hovering loosely at his weapon, ready to draw.) ]