Sep 14, 2009 20:10
[whoever you are, or wherever you're going, one Vincent Nightlay is rather suddenly stepping around you to stand on your opposite side. It's a very smooth sort of thing, but one might just think he's trying to use you as a body shield.
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Judging by the large army of half-destroyed soft toys that are sitting not so far away, in regiments, with malice in their beady eyes, the concept of his using you as a body shield suddenly seems incredibly realistic.]
Do excuse me. If you could stand precisely there for a moment, I'd be obliged~.
((slowing down/derping out; can pick up tags later/tomorrow ♥))