It was hard to keep count while running and watching one's footing on the dark, slippery cobbles, so while the bard had a general idea of his speed it was nice to hear a number from someone less distracted. "Yes, running at night and in the wet isn't the best combination for me," he agreed with a grin. "But that's the point, isn't it? The puddles probably aren't doing you any favors either, even if the moon is a gentler mistress than the sun to you."
He finished straightening his hair and clothing in a subconscious tidying that was nearly automatic, especially when he was around strangers. Appearance was another layer of armor, of control, that he protected himself with, exuding an aura of confidence that was shored up by at least looking like he was in control of himself - and, by extension, his surroundings - at all times.
The suggestion of throwing pebbles had him laughing softly, and he went to gather the loose little stones, checking carefully as he picked up a handful to make sure they were smoothly rounded and lacked sharp edges. "Do you want to try and dodge them, first?" he asked curiously "Then, afterwards, we can see if you can catch them in mid-air? They're small enough to prove a challenge."
With a grin he hefted one of the small rocks and raised a brow at Lucas, measuring the distance between them. When the blond gave him a signal that he was ready, the bard flicked the first projectile at the center of the man's chest. The next followed a breath later, Jigano switching targets from stomach to shoulder to head to arm - but keeping his targets courteously above the belt as he increased the speed of his throws and decreased the interval between them if Lucas proved adept at dodging the earlier projectiles.
He finished straightening his hair and clothing in a subconscious tidying that was nearly automatic, especially when he was around strangers. Appearance was another layer of armor, of control, that he protected himself with, exuding an aura of confidence that was shored up by at least looking like he was in control of himself - and, by extension, his surroundings - at all times.
The suggestion of throwing pebbles had him laughing softly, and he went to gather the loose little stones, checking carefully as he picked up a handful to make sure they were smoothly rounded and lacked sharp edges. "Do you want to try and dodge them, first?" he asked curiously "Then, afterwards, we can see if you can catch them in mid-air? They're small enough to prove a challenge."
With a grin he hefted one of the small rocks and raised a brow at Lucas, measuring the distance between them. When the blond gave him a signal that he was ready, the bard flicked the first projectile at the center of the man's chest. The next followed a breath later, Jigano switching targets from stomach to shoulder to head to arm - but keeping his targets courteously above the belt as he increased the speed of his throws and decreased the interval between them if Lucas proved adept at dodging the earlier projectiles.
