[ he shrugs and gestures to the four guns he's holding against his chest. the pink of his sleeves is muddied with dirt already.
the reply has him frowning, watching rhus's ears move with his head. ] It's true, though. There wasn't--
[ he's cut off by a shout from the stairwell at the end of the hall, another hunter rushing up to check on his compatriots. the edges of parado's form shimmer, but he solidifies again instead, and points. ] --oh. Do you want this one?
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[ he shrugs and gestures to the four guns he's holding against his chest. the pink of his sleeves is muddied with dirt already.
the reply has him frowning, watching rhus's ears move with his head. ] It's true, though. There wasn't--
[ he's cut off by a shout from the stairwell at the end of the hall, another hunter rushing up to check on his compatriots. the edges of parado's form shimmer, but he solidifies again instead, and points. ] --oh. Do you want this one?