[But really, does Dave read more like a mage or a heroic spirit?
Either way, he tenses when he feels someone's eyes on him. His skin is prickling in a way that has nothing to do with the weather, and he thinks--sword or Pokéball?--before he manages to catch sight of the man watching him.
And just like that, his shoulders dip in relief.]
Father Kotomine? Thank Christ.
[Without even thinking about it, he starts to hop over through the crunching snow, hands jammed between his arms and his sides for warmth like there's no reason to think he'd need them to defend himself at all.]
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Either way, he tenses when he feels someone's eyes on him. His skin is prickling in a way that has nothing to do with the weather, and he thinks--sword or Pokéball?--before he manages to catch sight of the man watching him.
And just like that, his shoulders dip in relief.]
Father Kotomine? Thank Christ.
[Without even thinking about it, he starts to hop over through the crunching snow, hands jammed between his arms and his sides for warmth like there's no reason to think he'd need them to defend himself at all.]
What's the sitch, where are we.