The deadpan, Oh, well, knock yourself out then, died on his tongue as a familiar voice interrupted. Reno glanced over, catching Dean's eye and giving an imperceptible nod.
It was hard to say whether Dean's presence was going to keep things easy or tip it all downhill, given their equal dislike of the telepath. In any case, he found he didn't give much of a damn which direction this confrontation went in. He was too tired to neither care nor bother wondering about it.
Oh, and Schuldig had snagged the pistol. Go fuckin' figure.
"Everything's wasted on you," Reno said, mock-pleasant. The fork between his fingers twirled in a single lazy circle, a gesture that seemed casual but was really a telltale sign of his deep irritation. "But okay. You wanna gloat, keep going. What other fine accomplishments have you achieved, Schuldig?"
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It was hard to say whether Dean's presence was going to keep things easy or tip it all downhill, given their equal dislike of the telepath. In any case, he found he didn't give much of a damn which direction this confrontation went in. He was too tired to neither care nor bother wondering about it.
Oh, and Schuldig had snagged the pistol. Go fuckin' figure.
"Everything's wasted on you," Reno said, mock-pleasant. The fork between his fingers twirled in a single lazy circle, a gesture that seemed casual but was really a telltale sign of his deep irritation. "But okay. You wanna gloat, keep going. What other fine accomplishments have you achieved, Schuldig?"