"What makes you think I'm the one who's different?" He cocks his head to the side, watching her, gaze following the drop of her hands to her sword. "Maybe you're the one who's different."
He takes a couple steps toward her, but still maintains his distance. "Are you gonna stab me with a sword?" There's mock fear in his voice.
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Date: 2014-09-29 07:13 pm (UTC)He takes a couple steps toward her, but still maintains his distance. "Are you gonna stab me with a sword?" There's mock fear in his voice.