[ Gray's head would indeed be easier to reach, but it would also be condescending, probably. Maybe it's because Amos often defaults to being a shoulder guy, but it's the more natural movement. What you'd do with a friend.
A chef, he starts to think, before they're both so abruptly cut off.
Amos acts on instinct, putting a thick arm around her and pulling her in closer to his body, looking to shield her. He stares up at the ghost, angry at it more than anything else, since the ability to be scared got largely beaten out of him and anger is a comfortable emotion to default to in its stead. ]
Fuck off! [ He swipes his free arm at the ghost as if it's going to shoo it away, but?? He's never had to fight ghosts before?? So much of his magic is physical too; other than yelling and looking big and trying to shield Gray he isn't quite sure what to do. ]
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A chef, he starts to think, before they're both so abruptly cut off.
Amos acts on instinct, putting a thick arm around her and pulling her in closer to his body, looking to shield her. He stares up at the ghost, angry at it more than anything else, since the ability to be scared got largely beaten out of him and anger is a comfortable emotion to default to in its stead. ]
Fuck off! [ He swipes his free arm at the ghost as if it's going to shoo it away, but?? He's never had to fight ghosts before?? So much of his magic is physical too; other than yelling and looking big and trying to shield Gray he isn't quite sure what to do. ]