[His left hand slips out of his pocket, warily. Their grip might be firm and their focus might be unyielding, but he's not takin' any chances. If they slip, there's no way they'll be able to catch themself before takin' a fall.
The rumble of warning hums beneath his tone as he answers carefully.]
no subject
The rumble of warning hums beneath his tone as he answers carefully.]
What's that?