Harrowheart's expression doesn't immediately let up. You put him in Murder Gear, he's got to downshift for a couple of seconds! But when he does he reaches out and, forgetting his manners, playfully and gently backhands Isidor's arm. That little cuff comes with a renewed light in his eyes and a characteristic smile. "You!" he chides none-too-seriously.
"Your mother's brother, I'm guessin'? Shoot... Can't believe you tricked me like that. Well now I don't gotta feel weird about thinkin' he was talented. I could tell he was a pro!" He clears his throat and corrects, "Professional. And real fit, too. I can't believe you're related to someone with a body." Hey, if you're not going to crush on your uncle, someone's got to.
Frowning sheepishly in a way that betrays the hint of an embarrassed smile he mumbles, "So... Maybe I really oughta meet him, then? At least so I can compliment him on havin' such a talented star student?"
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Date: 2017-08-14 01:34 pm (UTC)"Your mother's brother, I'm guessin'? Shoot... Can't believe you tricked me like that. Well now I don't gotta feel weird about thinkin' he was talented. I could tell he was a pro!" He clears his throat and corrects, "Professional. And real fit, too. I can't believe you're related to someone with a body." Hey, if you're not going to crush on your uncle, someone's got to.
Frowning sheepishly in a way that betrays the hint of an embarrassed smile he mumbles, "So... Maybe I really oughta meet him, then? At least so I can compliment him on havin' such a talented star student?"