// every mistake, a reason to run, but a good soldier marches on
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
knowing the worst may be still yet to come //
Oh and he had caught her with her pants down. Without any pants at all, actually. But before he has a moment to consider his own quips back, he’s snickering at her failed first throw, then throwing his own marginally better, then she’s up to the plate again, so to speak. “Ha, no. I’m right handed.” He assures her with a grin. The metal arm sat on his left side — no cheating here, nope, none at all.
The second one also flops for her and he hums a softer edged laugh, marking her points again and moving up to the line so he can throw again. “If the shells are such a disadvantage, then we can trade after this throw.” He grins to her, fanged and bright in the moonlight. But then he’s taking his own throw, and it lands right next to the first one he’s thrown. He moves to mark it, turning back to her with a click of his tongue. “Wellllllll, you wanna try the rocks? It’s gotta at least be somewhat fair.” He extends the metal hand with the pile of rocks in them toward her to trade, wondering if it’s her aim or indeed the material.
The second one also flops for her and he hums a softer edged laugh, marking her points again and moving up to the line so he can throw again. “If the shells are such a disadvantage, then we can trade after this throw.” He grins to her, fanged and bright in the moonlight. But then he’s taking his own throw, and it lands right next to the first one he’s thrown. He moves to mark it, turning back to her with a click of his tongue. “Wellllllll, you wanna try the rocks? It’s gotta at least be somewhat fair.” He extends the metal hand with the pile of rocks in them toward her to trade, wondering if it’s her aim or indeed the material.
VARUS
