@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter --uncomfortable whisper* Sophie... I /can't/. *head still shaking, his gaze snapped up, turning to the window* I have traps.
@_MustacheRide@OffKilterCanter *the head shake starting out slow, and picking up steam and vehemence with every passing second* No. No! Uh-uh. *death grip on--
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide --*lifting an imploring gaze to the one girl he trusted above all others, he canted his head, his next words coming in a --
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide --and snorted a queasy laugh, spittle flying before he managed to catch it with the back of his hand* You're kiddin' right? Sophie? --
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide --ground him while he fought desperately to make sense of what they were saying* Pa's /dead/? *blinking at the sound of the two --
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide *fixing the pair with an unblinking stare, he gripped the back of his chair for balance, letting the familiar warmth of the wood --
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide --as the jackass spun back, flashing a fake as hell grin* *muttering* Keep your horses to the path, you shouldn't have any trouble.
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide --the back of his head* Yep, I got some traps... *sweeping his arm in a lazy arc* 'Round the perimeter, ay? *back-stepping --
@OffKilterCanter@_MustacheRide I got... some traps. *Some traps? You have some /traps/?* *Pushing the door aside, he stilled in the doorway, absently scratching --