[ Twist. Tighten. Lights on. One small problem fixed in a multiverse of errors. It also means Lion is no longer saved by a distraction and, for a second, gets the same flat stare usually given before a verbal beatdown. Thankfully, poor Lion's conscience has finally been infected with the exact acerbic tone he gives to dumb answers like the first one. They answer the question he was about to give, deadpan morphs to skepticism, and he glances over at the mirror behind him and locks eyes with himself.
No, wrong narration. Locks too many eyes with his Self. No wonder the brat was walking into walls. The expression upon turning back to them is still deadpan, but the one that's trying really hard to stay that way. ]
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No, wrong narration. Locks too many eyes with his Self. No wonder the brat was walking into walls. The expression upon turning back to them is still deadpan, but the one that's trying really hard to stay that way. ]
Then don't look at it.