[ He B L I N K S, twisting his mouth in the slightest. He hasn't actually seen Mako fight, let alone engage in what he's been told an 'Acid trip without acid'— how much of a threat was LARPing suppose to even pose? ]
Mental pinky promise. [ But he pushes those thoughts away, and shuffling his sheet; Dave begins to count, eyes strictly on Mako. ]
Three.
[ THE CRACKED KNUCKLES OF SPORTY MEN! ]
Two...
[ THE DARK OF THE VEGETABLE GARDEN! ]
...One.
[ SHIT'S ABOUT TO BE UNLEASHED—
With a scrape of his shoe against the ground, he charges. ]
no subject
Mental pinky promise. [ But he pushes those thoughts away, and shuffling his sheet; Dave begins to count, eyes strictly on Mako. ]
Three.
[ THE CRACKED KNUCKLES OF SPORTY MEN! ]
Two...
[ THE DARK OF THE VEGETABLE GARDEN! ]
...One.
[ SHIT'S ABOUT TO BE UNLEASHED—
With a scrape of his shoe against the ground, he charges. ]