[Obediently, he waits. But when Dave makes it up to the deck to find Mista crouched by the front port rail, feet kicking over the edge, he wastes absolutely no time. Twisting at the waist to point accusingly:]
I wouldn't have kicked Leo's ass off that door.
[. . .]
[This is the least serious he's ever been about anything. Which is saying something. His expression is more strained with poorly-disguised concern than anything.]
no subject
I wouldn't have kicked Leo's ass off that door.
[. . .]
[This is the least serious he's ever been about anything. Which is saying something. His expression is more strained with poorly-disguised concern than anything.]
Get over here.