"Hmm," she says, lowering her own sword, and releasing his wrist. She leans the sticky weapon* against the wall, and pulls out a handkerchief to dry her hands.
"And who might you be?"
* There is no way to write that without it sounding like a euphemism, sadly.
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Date: 2010-02-15 06:39 pm (UTC)From:"And who might you be?"
* There is no way to write that without it sounding like a euphemism, sadly.