Wisp regrets having pointed this out in such a brusque way, but ... what else can he do, really? And he made his point. But he still looks dimly embarrassed watching Fawn discover all the marks on him. "Good at surviving," Wisp insists firmly. "And - and I don't think they look bad anyway. Distinctive."
Fawn's hand drifts towards the hem of his shirt, but he quickly thinks better of checking with the other two men here. His fingers fidget instead, worrying at the fabric.
This time Wisp gets the more baleful part of the glare. "Like a bloody dalmatian. If the two of you are finished wasting time on trivialities, could we get on with things?"
The Bastard steps aside with a sweep of his hand towards the yet-unexplored front door, making way for Fawn and Wisp to go first. "After you, gentlemen."
"Dalmatians are cute, though," Wisp mutters under his breath, not really loud enough for anyone else to hear. It's not important anyway, and he'd rather not get glared at again. Compared to that, the outside feels appealing. "Right," he says, a little more loudly this time. "Do we - do we want to stay together? Split up?"
He's already moving to open the door into the cave beyond.
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This time Wisp gets the more baleful part of the glare. "Like a bloody dalmatian. If the two of you are finished wasting time on trivialities, could we get on with things?"
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He's already moving to open the door into the cave beyond.