[ "Taking it off," Wash says, and Maine's amusement fades. Eclipsed by the reminder of someone he met while these creatures were still running rampant. Like Wash, Maine donned his armor to deal with the stampede. Unlike Wash, Maine's not removing it now that the beasts are dead.
Seeing no reason to hide his decision, Maine shrugs and grunts out,
"Not removing."
Not until he feels safe doing so. Which, considering the open threat to his safety, probably won't be for a long fucking time.
Choosing to leave it at that, Maine cocks his head and offers his assessment of the meat:
no subject
Seeing no reason to hide his decision, Maine shrugs and grunts out,
"Not removing."
Not until he feels safe doing so. Which, considering the open threat to his safety, probably won't be for a long fucking time.
Choosing to leave it at that, Maine cocks his head and offers his assessment of the meat:
"Gamey."
Aside from that, who knows? ]