[What a pathetic sound. If nothing else, it's vaguely satisfying, and Giovanni leans back then, creates just a little more space between them, the tight grip on Rhys' arm lingering only a moment longer before he releases him entirely to the sound of his own sly laughter. a soft, dry sound, like the rustle of dead leaves in Autumn.]
Your bravery knows no bounds.
[He settles back against the doorframe then, looks up at the other man with a smile full of glittering razorblade teeth.]
In you go, then.
[And he'll allow you to finish shuffling past him.]
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Your bravery knows no bounds.
[He settles back against the doorframe then, looks up at the other man with a smile full of glittering razorblade teeth.]
In you go, then.
[And he'll allow you to finish shuffling past him.]