[Bent forward by Visery's grip on his collar, Rincewind can't help but feel he's been pulled to the edge of a loop he's still very much out of. Even through beer goggles he can see the history between the two men, hard emotions written in taut expressions and peevish tones. Perhaps that's what's keeping Jorah from what Rincewind had hoped would be the man's immediate answer to this issue - namely, a good, hard grab and a little shaking.
Right. Well. Since that doesn't seem to be immediately forthcoming, and as Viserys' grin is about a shade too close for comfort to the smile certain unhinged sorts give right before they lick the edge of a blade, he'll just handle this escape attempt himself then. Don't mind him.
In a maneuver perfected by toddlers and certain species of lizards, the wizard jerks backwards with a ducked head and bowed spine. His star-spangled sweater sheds off him like some sequined second skin and his hat knocks to the dirty floor, leaving Rincewind a lean figure with mussed hair and a scarred back. Immediately, he dives off his stool, the metal legs screeching protest as he makes a low play to save his hat from what's surely days' worth of pretzel crumbs and streaks of lager.
Feel free to keep the sweater, Viserys - it flatters your eyes.]
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Right. Well. Since that doesn't seem to be immediately forthcoming, and as Viserys' grin is about a shade too close for comfort to the smile certain unhinged sorts give right before they lick the edge of a blade, he'll just handle this escape attempt himself then. Don't mind him.
In a maneuver perfected by toddlers and certain species of lizards, the wizard jerks backwards with a ducked head and bowed spine. His star-spangled sweater sheds off him like some sequined second skin and his hat knocks to the dirty floor, leaving Rincewind a lean figure with mussed hair and a scarred back. Immediately, he dives off his stool, the metal legs screeching protest as he makes a low play to save his hat from what's surely days' worth of pretzel crumbs and streaks of lager.
Feel free to keep the sweater, Viserys - it flatters your eyes.]