[It settles York in an invisible way, North holding his hand. Like he doesn't have to prepare himself to jump at a moment's notice, like he doesn't have to watch his own back. His tail wags once, thumping against the wall.]
Look, some things fly here that got no business getting off the ground. Has anyone in this world ever read a physics textbook? Seriously, man.
[The second he looks away to shake his head, though, he's got his free hand back to scratching, this time under the back of his shirt. His fur rubs every which way against the cotton and it's t e r r i b l e. So distracting. No wonder little dogs hate sweaters, he wants to chew an entire sofa.]
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Date: 2015-11-03 05:59 pm (UTC)Look, some things fly here that got no business getting off the ground. Has anyone in this world ever read a physics textbook? Seriously, man.
[The second he looks away to shake his head, though, he's got his free hand back to scratching, this time under the back of his shirt. His fur rubs every which way against the cotton and it's t e r r i b l e. So distracting. No wonder little dogs hate sweaters, he wants to chew an entire sofa.]