[ Contempt curls into a rankle at Ser Jorah’s nose, tension bolted from ear to shoulder when he leans in closer still. U w o t m 8 t e.
This is the moment Rincewind chooses to make like a skinned rabbit and turn inside out.
Jorah snaps a look late aside for the sudden movement, too smashed to be certain some dark imPort power isn’t at work, here. He claws a hand into the front of Viserys’ shirt and staples him to the bar in the same beat, jaw undershot, squint searching the floor for some sign that Rincewind hasn’t been incinerated, or vaporized, or transmogrified into a toad.
The fixed grip of the dagger at his belt is tempting, with his jacket lifted up to expose it.
Rather than reach for it, his free hand gropes up to close itself around Viserys’ knobbly throat, spittle flushed hot through his teeth in what little space is left between them. ]
Rincewind!! [ he cries. Two exclamation points. He is very drunk. Pls respond. ]
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This is the moment Rincewind chooses to make like a skinned rabbit and turn inside out.
Jorah snaps a look late aside for the sudden movement, too smashed to be certain some dark imPort power isn’t at work, here. He claws a hand into the front of Viserys’ shirt and staples him to the bar in the same beat, jaw undershot, squint searching the floor for some sign that Rincewind hasn’t been incinerated, or vaporized, or transmogrified into a toad.
The fixed grip of the dagger at his belt is tempting, with his jacket lifted up to expose it.
Rather than reach for it, his free hand gropes up to close itself around Viserys’ knobbly throat, spittle flushed hot through his teeth in what little space is left between them. ]
Rincewind!! [ he cries. Two exclamation points. He is very drunk. Pls respond. ]