It's quiet. A little too quiet. Without warning, a knife comes flying out of nowhere and lands almost close to Rusty's head. A few seconds later Pearl pops out and waves to them as it gestures to the knife on the wall. It points to itself, seeming to be trying to tell Rusty that was their knife.
Rusty used of silence, even the fact a knife was shot there. This man stood there like a champ-
Didn’t flinch, as his arms was crossed guarding there like he was asked to do.
See Pearl peeking out, see it motioned at itself and the knife. Given a nod, one thing caught his hat, so his floof hair was shown, little nappy- but it was poofy. Still didn’t have an reaction about this sorts, given a small shrug, “Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Told Pearl that, only then to give a grunt approval of its throw. “…Good throw as well.”
Giving it a comment too, Rusty please-