[ okay, she has a point. a beat, where he seems to mull over how he should respond to that, but that breath is all it takes for Monts to breeze on by.
he doesn't miss how the mark seems to shoot him a dirty look, and his dog responds in kind. a low growl, before Fushiguro coaxes it back into his shadow. ]
--Wait. It's not a race.
[ Monts???????? please, he is growing older by the second... here he goes, trotting after her. ] You still look pale, so pace yourself.
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he doesn't miss how the mark seems to shoot him a dirty look, and his dog responds in kind. a low growl, before Fushiguro coaxes it back into his shadow. ]
--Wait. It's not a race.
[ Monts???????? please, he is growing older by the second... here he goes, trotting after her. ] You still look pale, so pace yourself.