[At that, Prior covers the butterfly's glow with his cupped hands and hushes Byerly.]
You'll give it a complex. It's a wonderful attack butterfly. The most vicious blows do come from those who let us get attached before they strike.
[He bites his lip and after a moment it becomes clear something's tickling. His hands fall away and reveal the little creature crawling up the side of his throat.]
See? It was just biding its time.
[Prior tips his chin up, accommodating this little journey, but keeps his eyes on Byerly. There is, as yet, no reason given for him to be lurking in the shadows in front of the other man's home, nor is he acting like there needs to be one. Just passing, butterfly in tow.]
And how is the boredom so dire you told a whole city about it? Assuaged? [Or the melancholy, or one of the multiple other things that little introduction to the network may have been intended to achieve.]
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You'll give it a complex. It's a wonderful attack butterfly. The most vicious blows do come from those who let us get attached before they strike.
[He bites his lip and after a moment it becomes clear something's tickling. His hands fall away and reveal the little creature crawling up the side of his throat.]
See? It was just biding its time.
[Prior tips his chin up, accommodating this little journey, but keeps his eyes on Byerly. There is, as yet, no reason given for him to be lurking in the shadows in front of the other man's home, nor is he acting like there needs to be one. Just passing, butterfly in tow.]
And how is the boredom so dire you told a whole city about it? Assuaged? [Or the melancholy, or one of the multiple other things that little introduction to the network may have been intended to achieve.]