It's out before he can help it. Arceus damnit, he really had not been expecting the man to be any kind of aware of things; those dressed like that, as far as he knew, tended not to be. His game was off, or he picked the wrong target, or he tried to steal from a Psychic. Still, the deerling in the headlights look morphs into a scowl and glare as he attempts to tug his wrist free.
Shit, shit, shit on a spoink. Time to try and make himself scarce if he can. "Let go!"
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Or not.
"Huh-?"
It's out before he can help it. Arceus damnit, he really had not been expecting the man to be any kind of aware of things; those dressed like that, as far as he knew, tended not to be. His game was off, or he picked the wrong target, or he tried to steal from a Psychic. Still, the deerling in the headlights look morphs into a scowl and glare as he attempts to tug his wrist free.
Shit, shit, shit on a spoink. Time to try and make himself scarce if he can. "Let go!"