This was where being quick instead of the strongest in their group had its merits, since he dodged the pen that had been flicked at probably warp speed and avoided a bruise or two.
"Seriously, man? Ā You make me feel guilty for like half a second, then do something like that and suddenly Iām more concerned about what happens when you get a hand on me," he pointed out, also literally pointing. Ā
Ward's chest heaved with the motions of a deep, hearty laugh at Kiros's belligerence. He gave him another firm pat on the shoulder with an apologetic look, though his lips were still tugged up into a smirk. His hand slid behind his own back, and a moment later he pulled out one of those giant, novelty pens they sell at tourist places. It was the only kind of pen that actually fit his hand comfortably.
The pen came down against the pad of paper Kiros had tossed at him, and a moment later he held it out for the man to read. The hand writing was atrocious, but the large letters were scrawled across the paper legibly enough.
S O R R YĀ