Something like that. If I wasn't wearing boots I'd have been picking splinters outta my ankles all--
[He stops mid-word, looking over his shoulder at Lloyd and taking in that alarm before he looks back up. He sees nothing, hears nothing, senses no one. That doesn't mean there's nothing there to Lloyd, though, and he takes a deep breath before shaking his head.]
Can't do that. What kinda friend would I be if I let you fight alone, huh?
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Date: 2011-12-05 02:34 pm (UTC)[He stops mid-word, looking over his shoulder at Lloyd and taking in that alarm before he looks back up. He sees nothing, hears nothing, senses no one. That doesn't mean there's nothing there to Lloyd, though, and he takes a deep breath before shaking his head.]
Can't do that. What kinda friend would I be if I let you fight alone, huh?