[He ponders it for a moment, tapping a finger by his chin. The rest of the story should probably be left to words, even if it'd be so fun to act out all the maiming.
He could always put on a show at a later date, he supposes.
He's about to give Rebecca a dismissive nod before he remembers. With a gasp, he repeatedly points at the stuff she's carrying.]
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He could always put on a show at a later date, he supposes.
He's about to give Rebecca a dismissive nod before he remembers. With a gasp, he repeatedly points at the stuff she's carrying.]