[Harry frowns in mock hurt and disappointment, and he backs up a few steps from the table. He drains half his glass, then sets it over on the smaller desk with his flask and the random contents of his pockets. A lighter, some crumpled cellophane from a cigarette pack, one of Catherine's hair elastics. Not sure how that got in there, but whatever.]
Tomorrow when we're out, who knows what's happen? Maybe I'll be to slow and decrepit to save your arsenal from certain death or something. [He makes a show, then, of yawning like the shit he is.] Actuallt, maybe I should just head to bed now.
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[Harry frowns in mock hurt and disappointment, and he backs up a few steps from the table. He drains half his glass, then sets it over on the smaller desk with his flask and the random contents of his pockets. A lighter, some crumpled cellophane from a cigarette pack, one of Catherine's hair elastics. Not sure how that got in there, but whatever.]
Tomorrow when we're out, who knows what's happen? Maybe I'll be to slow and decrepit to save your arsenal from certain death or something. [He makes a show, then, of yawning like the shit he is.] Actuallt, maybe I should just head to bed now.