[ In a way, Steak's almost glad this happened now, when they're both relatively alert. When no one has been sleeping or the worry of enemies hasn't faded into the background.
His hand is already at his sword (he cannot wait until he finds the little bastards who stole his other one, honestly, but that still seems out of reach) as Keith's finger is jabbed into the air and roughly at his neck.
Hu—
... Oh.
Somehow, he didn't expect to be asked this by anyone else but Red Wine, but hey, it's practical and necessary. ]
Sure. Come on.
[ May as well do it. It's better than Steak having to worry about a less-than-optimal battle partner. His head tilts as he speaks, leaving the arch of his neck visible to the night, and to Keith. ]
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His hand is already at his sword (he cannot wait until he finds the little bastards who stole his other one, honestly, but that still seems out of reach) as Keith's finger is jabbed into the air and roughly at his neck.
Hu—
... Oh.
Somehow, he didn't expect to be asked this by anyone else but Red Wine, but hey, it's practical and necessary. ]
Sure. Come on.
[ May as well do it. It's better than Steak having to worry about a less-than-optimal battle partner. His head tilts as he speaks, leaving the arch of his neck visible to the night, and to Keith. ]