[Wolfwood was expecting- what else- for Razlo to immediately be on his ass for this. Would it have been wiser to...not shoot him? Absolutely. But Wolfwood isn't perfect, and his temper is still very much alive and well. He was only going to be able to handle being taunted for so long, knowing that Razlo was already itching for a reason to fight him. May as well rip off the bandaid and get it over with, he figures.
Of course, he isn't expecting to run "out" of that meeting room with his feet leaving the wood floor to instead thud across sand, skidding to a stop abruptly the moment he realizes just where he's standing. They're suddenly out on the courtyard, the place...well. At least one of them grew up, anyway.
He looks back over his shoulder, breathing hard, his eyes widening a fraction when he sees Miss Melanie standing there. She hasn't said anything to either of them, but it's clear she's watching, as if they're just another pair of unruly children she's been tasked to look after. Wolfwood isn't sure he'd ever forget what it felt like, even years in the future.
It's funny. He just never thought Razlo would be capable of being tripped up by it, like he is.]
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Of course, he isn't expecting to run "out" of that meeting room with his feet leaving the wood floor to instead thud across sand, skidding to a stop abruptly the moment he realizes just where he's standing. They're suddenly out on the courtyard, the place...well. At least one of them grew up, anyway.
He looks back over his shoulder, breathing hard, his eyes widening a fraction when he sees Miss Melanie standing there. She hasn't said anything to either of them, but it's clear she's watching, as if they're just another pair of unruly children she's been tasked to look after. Wolfwood isn't sure he'd ever forget what it felt like, even years in the future.
It's funny. He just never thought Razlo would be capable of being tripped up by it, like he is.]
Miss Melanie.