[ She catches the knife, arm going out in reflex. She flourishes, knife still in its sheath, and ends with holding it out to Brigade, blade pointing toward her. ]
[ She doesn't say it, doesn't tell Brigade that no, they aren't friends. That she doesn't consider him one. She wants to, but she stops herself. It wouldn't do good for the Blade.
She doesn't say 'thank you' either. What she does is unsheath the blowie knife, cigarette between her lips, and test it out, feel its weight, see how balanced it is. ]
[ Brig laughs at it. Totally oblivious to the fact it may not be a joke. Derp. ]
Well, so's running headfirst toward a tank with its cannon-sights aimed at you. But you gotta' go what you gotta' do. [ It's funny cause he's had to do it more than once. He chuckles again while unslinging his shield ]
Continue in the fresh air, or do we take it back inside?
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He pulls out the bowie knife in its sheathe from his back pocket and tosses it toward Yulia. ]
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That is not how you throw knife.
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Because you're a friend. [ Half-happy, half-sad, all hopeful ]
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She doesn't say 'thank you' either. What she does is unsheath the blowie knife, cigarette between her lips, and test it out, feel its weight, see how balanced it is. ]
At least you know how to pick a knife.
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[ And if that was a joke, she's definitely not amused. Whoops? ]
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Well, so's running headfirst toward a tank with its cannon-sights aimed at you. But you gotta' go what you gotta' do. [ It's funny cause he's had to do it more than once. He chuckles again while unslinging his shield ]
Continue in the fresh air, or do we take it back inside?
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Inside is better. [ She'll go back in first. ]