( a dismissive wave of her hands at his statement — turning to look at the vice —— captain’s way at the sound of rustling. )
eUGH. you, too? what even is so special about those death sticks?
( she’s seen pantalone be obsessed with these ... smokey sticks of fire, and as far as
( the knight remains unfazed at her complaints, smiling to himself at how the marionette seemed to curl into the fabric. )
i do not mind. but, now that i’m here, i rather stay.