[If Henry notices Maketh's near miss, he does not care. He tips his head to rest his cheek on her hand. She has small hands.]
Ah, that is true.
[He says slowly, with what almost passes for consideration, before he releases their arms -- only to to seize their closest wrists in a strong grip. Henry abruptly stands, having decided that he is bored of just sitting, and insistently tugs Maketh and Dorian.]
Come along.
[Not that he has any plan, other than apparently keeping the pair of them. It is all directionless impulse.]
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Ah, that is true.
[He says slowly, with what almost passes for consideration, before he releases their arms -- only to to seize their closest wrists in a strong grip. Henry abruptly stands, having decided that he is bored of just sitting, and insistently tugs Maketh and Dorian.]
Come along.
[Not that he has any plan, other than apparently keeping the pair of them. It is all directionless impulse.]