| [ John stammered back. An almost lightness to his step. The flick reaper armor was much too big for him and he looked displaced and awkward in it. He was trying to sort things out. John moved in animated and almost cartoon like motions as he paced (he wished he could float) nervously. His steps a little too wide, his arms swinging a little too widely. Think John, think. ]
[ He does a quart turn. A fist turned side wards slammed into an open palm when he figures it out. ]
I'm in the wrong video game!
[ BRB FREAKING OUT. ] |
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