[Rincewind draws both hands to his skinny chest like a scandalized school marm.]
That was an accident.
[there's something surreal about apologizing for inappropriately grabbing a friend who's become several hundred pounds of bear. Not that Rincewind's life has ever made much sense. Somewhere in the celestial cosmos of the multi-verse is an author deserving of a harsh editor, in this wizard's opinion. (Or more preferably, a punch to the mouth.)
While Viserys makes like an infant around one side of the bar, the Luggage comes galumphing around the other. It doesn't see a battered ursine wishing humbly to take a stab at an old friend; it doesn't see that Rincewind, while several different shades of frightened, isn't actually the animal's target. What it does see is a giant bear with a snoot full of saw blades and paws ending in dagger points, and in this chest's experience, those are the makings of a good time. That it believes stomping Jorah into a bear pelt will also protect its master is really just a bonus.
Rincewind sees the multi-legged trainwreck coming. With a start, he tries to yell for the Luggage to stop, or slow down, or just don't, but his protests fall on deaf... hinges? Possibly? In any case, Rincewind fails to halt the brass-bound charge. He pedals backwards from the resulting clash, dragging both hands down his face with a miserable groan and scrambling for an idea to save his currently nine-foot-tall friend - when he sees a flash of blonde near his feet. Rincewind whips down a look at Viserys.]
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[Rincewind draws both hands to his skinny chest like a scandalized school marm.]
That was an accident.
[there's something surreal about apologizing for inappropriately grabbing a friend who's become several hundred pounds of bear. Not that Rincewind's life has ever made much sense. Somewhere in the celestial cosmos of the multi-verse is an author deserving of a harsh editor, in this wizard's opinion. (Or more preferably, a punch to the mouth.)
While Viserys makes like an infant around one side of the bar, the Luggage comes galumphing around the other. It doesn't see a battered ursine wishing humbly to take a stab at an old friend; it doesn't see that Rincewind, while several different shades of frightened, isn't actually the animal's target. What it does see is a giant bear with a snoot full of saw blades and paws ending in dagger points, and in this chest's experience, those are the makings of a good time. That it believes stomping Jorah into a bear pelt will also protect its master is really just a bonus.
Rincewind sees the multi-legged trainwreck coming. With a start, he tries to yell for the Luggage to stop, or slow down, or just don't, but his protests fall on deaf... hinges? Possibly? In any case, Rincewind fails to halt the brass-bound charge. He pedals backwards from the resulting clash, dragging both hands down his face with a miserable groan and scrambling for an idea to save his currently nine-foot-tall friend - when he sees a flash of blonde near his feet. Rincewind whips down a look at Viserys.]
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