"Give what all back?" Theo asked. Damn, he hadn't considered the aerial view. This woman -- and especially her spear -- looked very unlikely to take kindly to his excuses. He ran through a couple potential lies -- he could claim to be a Halovian nobleman, or drop the Launceleyn card -- but the problem was that someone rich or powerful enough for the Fae to hesitate to stab wouldn't plausibly be picking pockets at a party. He sighed. "What if I can't remember who they all came from?"
He did remember, mostly -- he could probably pick his marks out by outfit if not by face -- but any excuse to hold something back ... or just make the Fae's day a little worse.
In fact, speaking of making the Fae's day a little worse ... An out occurred to him, and he smirked a little in the instant before a tower of little cakes on the table behind the spear-wielding Fae toppled over in her direction -- Theo's telekinesis might have had something to do with that, but you'd never catch him -- with a loud crash and a splatter of frosting.
He did remember, mostly -- he could probably pick his marks out by outfit if not by face -- but any excuse to hold something back ... or just make the Fae's day a little worse.
In fact, speaking of making the Fae's day a little worse ... An out occurred to him, and he smirked a little in the instant before a tower of little cakes on the table behind the spear-wielding Fae toppled over in her direction -- Theo's telekinesis might have had something to do with that, but you'd never catch him -- with a loud crash and a splatter of frosting.
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"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
