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Ray is settled by the door-
No. No, that's not right. Settled implies that he's sitting calmly, and he's not. He's uncharacteristically tense. Normally if he's anticipating something he fairly vibrates in place, and right now he's... still. Absolutely, totally still, as he faces the door.
At least until it opens and re-admits Foxtrot X-Ray from his mission of earlier. Then Ray springs to his feet, crossing the space to the kitsune in two strides. There is murmuring, and conferring, and then Ray nods. "Right," he says, and looks around.
Ah. There.
Ray leaps up onto one of the tables and announces to all and sundry, "Excuse me! Excuse me, please! .... thank you.... Those of you who're aware of some unfortunate action on the part of some extremely unpleasant government agencies in my world may be interested to know that the gauntlet's been thrown down. Foliage Census reacted almost exactly the way we expected, so- it's time to go bust us some heads."
The wait-rats are looking at him as if they would dearly love to chew his ankles off, so he offers a weak, "Thank you," and climbs back down again.
No. No, that's not right. Settled implies that he's sitting calmly, and he's not. He's uncharacteristically tense. Normally if he's anticipating something he fairly vibrates in place, and right now he's... still. Absolutely, totally still, as he faces the door.
At least until it opens and re-admits Foxtrot X-Ray from his mission of earlier. Then Ray springs to his feet, crossing the space to the kitsune in two strides. There is murmuring, and conferring, and then Ray nods. "Right," he says, and looks around.
Ah. There.
Ray leaps up onto one of the tables and announces to all and sundry, "Excuse me! Excuse me, please! .... thank you.... Those of you who're aware of some unfortunate action on the part of some extremely unpleasant government agencies in my world may be interested to know that the gauntlet's been thrown down. Foliage Census reacted almost exactly the way we expected, so- it's time to go bust us some heads."
The wait-rats are looking at him as if they would dearly love to chew his ankles off, so he offers a weak, "Thank you," and climbs back down again.