he straightens to his feet and swings back to his gun, hooking his index finger inside the trigger guard and twirling it once into his palm. it's a mild comfort, but not for the reason one might anticipate. a token from the war, carried with him when he abandoned reach to the covenant and their plasma bombs. his only memento. )
No slapping, don't touch the neck, don't be a pitiful bitch. Got it. ( he leans his hip into the table, crossing his legs at the ankle. and then because he can't help it: ) How do you know Ephemera?
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( rapid-fire, only mildly sardonic. asshole.
he straightens to his feet and swings back to his gun, hooking his index finger inside the trigger guard and twirling it once into his palm. it's a mild comfort, but not for the reason one might anticipate. a token from the war, carried with him when he abandoned reach to the covenant and their plasma bombs. his only memento. )
No slapping, don't touch the neck, don't be a pitiful bitch. Got it. ( he leans his hip into the table, crossing his legs at the ankle. and then because he can't help it: ) How do you know Ephemera?