( He mutters dismissively, reaching for his glass and begrudgingly taking his sip. He exhales after the swallow, plunks it down, and points the knife hilt at Geralt. )
Don't get cocky, kid, that was a warm-up.
( Four knives still embedded into the board, and he makes no move to take them down. See if they can't fill the damn thing up, really spice up the finale.
Pure stubbornness gets him going for white again — it's a half-flip, but a little precariously close to the line. Not touching it. Still counts. Good enough for him. )
Guess that means you've never ridden in one?
( Said with a little quirk to the eyebrow and a sideways glance. Rhetorical question, the answer's obvious, and he's quite pleased to announce: )
Wellp, looks like I get to be the one to pop your cherry, Gerry. That is... freakin' delightful.
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( He mutters dismissively, reaching for his glass and begrudgingly taking his sip. He exhales after the swallow, plunks it down, and points the knife hilt at Geralt. )
Don't get cocky, kid, that was a warm-up.
( Four knives still embedded into the board, and he makes no move to take them down. See if they can't fill the damn thing up, really spice up the finale.
Pure stubbornness gets him going for white again — it's a half-flip, but a little precariously close to the line. Not touching it. Still counts. Good enough for him. )
Guess that means you've never ridden in one?
( Said with a little quirk to the eyebrow and a sideways glance. Rhetorical question, the answer's obvious, and he's quite pleased to announce: )
Wellp, looks like I get to be the one to pop your cherry, Gerry. That is... freakin' delightful.