Richard makes an ungentlemanly, high pitched sound as a fork was lodged forcefully in the foam right above his head as he dropped down and body-hugged the kid-friendly table leg. His hat was skewered right above him.
His hat. His hat! HIS HAT! THEY PUT A HOLE IN HIS FEDORA!
He looks down with the coldest look his button eyes could muster, snatching the felt thing out of the grip of the fork before climbing up over the edge of the table. There was a moment of quiet. And then a second later, Richard launched himself off the side of the table, bent back like a bow, with a pair of sewing needles in each hand.
This was going to get [Physical]. This was going to get very [Physical].
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Richard makes an ungentlemanly, high pitched sound as a fork was lodged forcefully in the foam right above his head as he dropped down and body-hugged the kid-friendly table leg. His hat was skewered right above him.
His hat. His hat! HIS HAT! THEY PUT A HOLE IN HIS FEDORA!
He looks down with the coldest look his button eyes could muster, snatching the felt thing out of the grip of the fork before climbing up over the edge of the table. There was a moment of quiet. And then a second later, Richard launched himself off the side of the table, bent back like a bow, with a pair of sewing needles in each hand.
This was going to get [Physical]. This was going to get very [Physical].