[ ray hits the brakes in a feat of near-cartoon physics. his feet almost dig into the concrete under them and if you squint you might see a small furl of smoke curl up from beneath his heels. he overbalances when he shoots his arms up instinctively in a surrender and just wobbles there for a bit.
eyes wide, mouth caught between smile and grimace, he just nods. a lot. ]
Right. Yeah. No hugging, yeah. Of course. That would be ridiculous.
[ it turned out that standing still did not fool gertrude. it seems ray thinks that perhaps it will work on mick, though. weeble. wobble. weeble. wobble. ]
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eyes wide, mouth caught between smile and grimace, he just nods. a lot. ]
Right. Yeah. No hugging, yeah. Of course. That would be ridiculous.
[ it turned out that standing still did not fool gertrude. it seems ray thinks that perhaps it will work on mick, though. weeble. wobble. weeble. wobble. ]