That plume of dark smoke is uncanny, but he keeps his mouth shut about it for now.
“Why am I on trial all of a sudden-? I’m not going to drop dead. Save your magic, eh? I’m just a little old, and that’s how it is when I exert myself sometimes.”
This is like, a solid 30% true, and he says it with ease. He pushes the beer further under the seat with his heel, not mentioning it.
“Now, I appreciate the concern, and I apologize for ruffling your feathers…” He looks at the handkerchief. Ah. He thought he still smelled blood. He wipes his mouth and his gloved hands, then looks at it. It seems wrong to give it back, stained with blood. But to keep it also wasn’t quite right. He folds it, for lack of anything better to do.
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“Why am I on trial all of a sudden-? I’m not going to drop dead. Save your magic, eh? I’m just a little old, and that’s how it is when I exert myself sometimes.”
This is like, a solid 30% true, and he says it with ease. He pushes the beer further under the seat with his heel, not mentioning it.
“Now, I appreciate the concern, and I apologize for ruffling your feathers…” He looks at the handkerchief. Ah. He thought he still smelled blood. He wipes his mouth and his gloved hands, then looks at it. It seems wrong to give it back, stained with blood. But to keep it also wasn’t quite right. He folds it, for lack of anything better to do.