[As Razlo approaches, Wolfwood doesn't move. He could run away- should run- but he stands his ground nevertheless. Whether it's because he never planned to run, or because the memory has rendered him immobile is hard to say.
Regardless, he hisses a breath through gritted teeth, eyes snapping up to glare at Razlo over the rim of his shades.]
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Regardless, he hisses a breath through gritted teeth, eyes snapping up to glare at Razlo over the rim of his shades.]
So what if I am? I'm not like you.