[ The fuck any of that is supposed to mean, Arthur's not entirely sure. His eyebrows lift a slight fraction, a dry you want to try that again but not overly antagonistic; he's been here long enough to see that the ren faire people take themselves seriously enough to not mess with it. (There's the alternate explanation of time travel that Arthur hasn't even started to consider: it's an easy cop-out considering the kind of setting they're in.)
Still, focus enough and it's not hard to put two and two together. ]
I'm not a cop, [ he says easily, pausing for a fraction before noting, ] I wasn't as quick as you when I was seventeen, either.
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Still, focus enough and it's not hard to put two and two together. ]
I'm not a cop, [ he says easily, pausing for a fraction before noting, ] I wasn't as quick as you when I was seventeen, either.