[Good, this guy definitely knows just how fierce Jean and Chariot are. Pami, Chariot tells Sticky Fingers, and flies back, flourishing his sword. Look how fierce he is! How brave! How utterly uncoordinated he is compared to his older self! There's none of the usual grace and precision Chariot wields his rapier with; this is a child with a toy, trying to look as cool as possible.
With a smug little smile Jean settles back, leaning heavily against Bruno. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, but he's been up for hours, all right, he's tired. Not so tired as to sleep yet, but . . . he'll just lean against Bruno for a bit. There's a blessed moment of silence, and then:]
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[Good, this guy definitely knows just how fierce Jean and Chariot are. Pami, Chariot tells Sticky Fingers, and flies back, flourishing his sword. Look how fierce he is! How brave! How utterly uncoordinated he is compared to his older self! There's none of the usual grace and precision Chariot wields his rapier with; this is a child with a toy, trying to look as cool as possible.
With a smug little smile Jean settles back, leaning heavily against Bruno. The sun is just peeking over the horizon, but he's been up for hours, all right, he's tired. Not so tired as to sleep yet, but . . . he'll just lean against Bruno for a bit. There's a blessed moment of silence, and then:]
Have you fought before, you and him?