[ Matt laughs, letting Tezca pull him. ] Fair enough.
[ Even holding a loaded firearm (is it loaded? Matt forgets if it's loaded), it's easy to fall into step with Tezca down the hall, to nudge the door to his bedroom open and stagger inside. Matt's room is about the same as when Tezcatlipoca saw it last: bed made, though not terribly neatly; magical clutter on the desk and chair. Bookshelf full of well-tended plants. ]
You want me to get comfortable with this thing right now? [ Matt's eyebrows arch, amused and scandalized in about equal measure. ] Should I give it a name? Should I give it a kiss ...?
[ He lifts the pistol gingerly, slowly, with his fingers wrapped around the barrel rather than going anywhere near the trigger. Still, the molasses trajectory is carrying the pistol towards his mouth. ]
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[ Even holding a loaded firearm (is it loaded? Matt forgets if it's loaded), it's easy to fall into step with Tezca down the hall, to nudge the door to his bedroom open and stagger inside. Matt's room is about the same as when Tezcatlipoca saw it last: bed made, though not terribly neatly; magical clutter on the desk and chair. Bookshelf full of well-tended plants. ]
You want me to get comfortable with this thing right now? [ Matt's eyebrows arch, amused and scandalized in about equal measure. ] Should I give it a name? Should I give it a kiss ...?
[ He lifts the pistol gingerly, slowly, with his fingers wrapped around the barrel rather than going anywhere near the trigger. Still, the molasses trajectory is carrying the pistol towards his mouth. ]