[Sorry, that is. The motion that he makes suggests that he's going to step back out of her way, and so Johanna moves forward, into his space--but then he doesn't actually get out of her way, he hesitates, and Johanna makes a noise of intense irritation that's so close to being a growl. Ugggggh.]
No. They aren't. [She practically spits out the words, one at a time.] There's no such thing as 'a bit much' with weapons.
[Like are you stupid. And they're stepped in quite close to one another right now, close enough that the rage coming off of Johanna probably feels like heat, like standing close to a bonfire or an open oven. Seething is the only word for it. She's seriously considering putting a knife into one of Kieren's creepy dead eyes when she puts it together.]
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[Sorry, that is. The motion that he makes suggests that he's going to step back out of her way, and so Johanna moves forward, into his space--but then he doesn't actually get out of her way, he hesitates, and Johanna makes a noise of intense irritation that's so close to being a growl. Ugggggh.]
No. They aren't. [She practically spits out the words, one at a time.] There's no such thing as 'a bit much' with weapons.
[Like are you stupid. And they're stepped in quite close to one another right now, close enough that the rage coming off of Johanna probably feels like heat, like standing close to a bonfire or an open oven. Seething is the only word for it. She's seriously considering putting a knife into one of Kieren's creepy dead eyes when she puts it together.]
You're the dress guy.
[Definitely what you want to be known as.]