[ they manage the stairs will little fanfare after that, taking the steps down a touch longer than it normally would. but they're between them three functioning legs and a lot of unnecessary bruises; speed is compromised for the day, call back later, it's gone off to mexico for the rest of the week.

it's all too relieving to finally be in front of miller's front door, if tetora's growing litany of hisses are any indication. ]

You and Snake or whatever the hell his name is, you're both great, amazing, it's so cool and all — but can I just say this?

You both suck at moderation.

[ which... considering how extra tetora is on the regular, is a bit much. and he recognizes it. still standing by the assessment though. ]