How everyone is going to fit into that shop is beyond Razer, as it what exactly they expect to accomplish having so many people around. Not that he has room to complain, he isn't here to really help either, but the number of attendees seems a bit...excessive.
He eyes Rfena for a moment, noting that she's holding the necklace in question, then looks between her and the little allicat-woman-thing at her side before putting his hands on his hips and making a displeased noise in the back of his throat.
"Mar above, it's even gaudier than I'd thought it would be."
But what in the world could the man from Nirvana want it for if 'gaudy' is all it is?
Razer doesn't say anything in response to Rfena's demand, but he does rather unceremoniously drop Sokka to the floor. Not because the android told him to, mind you, but because Sokka is too heavy to support with one arm at that angle.
"Now," he reaches up and idly rubs the back of his hand against the blue-black bruise already forming on his jaw, then turns from Sokka to Rfena, then to Sulphur. His tone is nonchalant, casual, and condescending. "What have we learned?
Sokka lands in a tangle of his own gangly limbs, his head narrowly avoiding getting smacked against the hard floor. His tailbone connects first and he winces, rubbing his backside.
What have we learned? Not to jump on giant pointy-eared guys who are more likely to kill you than an angry platypus bear?
He doesn't make the wisecrack, because he's pretty sure his skull cannot survive being thrown against the ground like that.
"That a person's arm is only so strong until it reaches a weak point?" He asks, almost rhetorically, scrambling away from Razer to get his Whackin' Stick.
He eyes Rfena for a moment, noting that she's holding the necklace in question, then looks between her and the little allicat-woman-thing at her side before putting his hands on his hips and making a displeased noise in the back of his throat.
"Mar above, it's even gaudier than I'd thought it would be."
But what in the world could the man from Nirvana want it for if 'gaudy' is all it is?
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"Now," he reaches up and idly rubs the back of his hand against the blue-black bruise already forming on his jaw, then turns from Sokka to Rfena, then to Sulphur. His tone is nonchalant, casual, and condescending. "What have we learned?
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What have we learned? Not to jump on giant pointy-eared guys who are more likely to kill you than an angry platypus bear?
He doesn't make the wisecrack, because he's pretty sure his skull cannot survive being thrown against the ground like that.
"That a person's arm is only so strong until it reaches a weak point?" He asks, almost rhetorically, scrambling away from Razer to get his Whackin' Stick.
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"Plenty of things," she says succinctly - like not to trust Razer. "I'll have to think on them."
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