[ And just like that, La'ans demanour shifts again. March's brows raise higher. ]
Yeah.
[ There's something in the way that she says it. He's seen a bunch of bravado, tons of guys on the force before he got kicked that used to swing their arms around and play the hero. March always thought it was stupid--and still does. But La'an seems to believe it, and that's sort of making March believe it, too. ]
Yeah. Maybe we will.
[ He sniffs a little, winces at the state of his head, and half slumps into the table with a groan. He needs to sleep it off but the mere thought of going outside is making him want to die. ]
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Yeah.
[ There's something in the way that she says it. He's seen a bunch of bravado, tons of guys on the force before he got kicked that used to swing their arms around and play the hero. March always thought it was stupid--and still does. But La'an seems to believe it, and that's sort of making March believe it, too. ]
Yeah. Maybe we will.
[ He sniffs a little, winces at the state of his head, and half slumps into the table with a groan. He needs to sleep it off but the mere thought of going outside is making him want to die. ]
...Thanks for the coffee, La'an.