“This is how I die.”
– shit scaredy cats say, fight me fuckeerrrsss || not accepting
{ A rumble from the man beside him, loud, booming and sudden like a crack of thunder. Ivory plates of armor shifted, mimicked the muscle hidden beneath them, shoulders, chest. Laughter. Word had gotten around about the grappling hook and he watched as his friend buried his face in his hands, recognized the embarrassment and frustration that flowed from him like water. He clapped a hand down on Wash’s shoulder and signed something, a quick reassurance. }
< People will forget about it. >













