Weaver of Shadows
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“Oh, salad…I should probably get some.” She sighed. “You know, another time.”
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He smiled at that. “You’re right, and with us two, we have the beauty of three regular people.” He leaned in and whispered, “Four of those are from you,” but this didn’t have the same depressed tone as before, it was obviously a joke.
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“I don’t know…body language is called a language for a reason. Regardless, I’m sorry.” He watched her run. He was lucky to have such a good…friend? Girlfriend? He wasn’t sure. “Yeah, it can. I’m just…bad at talking.”
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“…oh. I was…I just wanted to…I thought it would help you feel less worried. I didn’t want it to bother you. Sorry. And don’t hurt yourself, please.”
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He winced. “Sure, I guess.”
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He grabbed her other hand, then pulled her so she was looking towards him. “What is it? I can tell something’s bothering you, is it the voice again?” He wished he could help more. He was failing again. Useless.
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“Sometimes. It’s fine though.”
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Addison got about the same amount, following him and then digging in. And storms, it was good. “This stuff is amazing!”
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He felt a stab of pain at the touch, but tried to ignore it. He’d almost forgotten about that.
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“Sure, then maybe I’ll finally be of use,” he said glumly.
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Addison followed him. “Go ahead, break your teeth.”
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Aaron clutched at his wounds, trying to stem the bleeding. “Jane…” he coughed out. “Help.” @Lotus Blossom
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“I think it’s some kind of Rosharin street food, though I could be wrong. I’ve heard very varied opinions on it. I suggest you don’t get the shells, that’s what I’ve been told.”
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He squeezed her hand back, giving a sad smile. He immediately changed it to a fake, happier smile. He didn’t want his feelings to be a burden on her too.
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“Of course I am,” he said with a sigh. They probably just didn’t want him to mess them up. They had good reason.
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@Edema Rue
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@Edema Rue
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Aaron held his stomach. He hurt so much. Hopefully Kaza was done, one less person for Jane.
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Aaron stumbles back, leaving the axe sticking out of Kaza. He clutches his stomach, groaning
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Aaron stumbled back, confused by everything that had just happened. He needed to end this. He rushed forward, feinting, then attacking wherever Kaza seemed most open after the feint, probably the chest.
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He swung with the wrong hand, as Aaron was on the other side of him. Aaron swung his axe in a diagonal arc.
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Aaron sidestepped, slamming a fist into his back, the axe held in one hand.
