[Wow. This is a level of petty he hasn't seen in a while. Or maybe... childish? It has the air of childishness to him.
Well, okay. See you on the nasty Zenith side then.
Others might quickly turn away from helping after such a thing, but Tony's declaration of war is not yet any level of true insult like he's accustom to receiving on the Frontier. Yet. So D's pale right hand slips out of the front of the long cape and up beneath each of the bottom of the pauldrons where it's unfastened.
He pulls it away from himself and around to the front in one hand. His looming figure shrinks into a fit, lean young man's without the intimidation of the cape; he isn't quite as broad or large as he seems. The one hand is apparently a flaw rather than a feature: the left ends abruptly just at the elbow where the leather sleeve has been sewn neatly up.
D offers Tony the cape with no words. It looks simple in its black and featureless form, but the material, though soft, is lacquered in something which keeps moisture and debris from sticking to it.]
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Well, okay. See you on the nasty Zenith side then.
Others might quickly turn away from helping after such a thing, but Tony's declaration of war is not yet any level of true insult like he's accustom to receiving on the Frontier. Yet. So D's pale right hand slips out of the front of the long cape and up beneath each of the bottom of the pauldrons where it's unfastened.
He pulls it away from himself and around to the front in one hand. His looming figure shrinks into a fit, lean young man's without the intimidation of the cape; he isn't quite as broad or large as he seems. The one hand is apparently a flaw rather than a feature: the left ends abruptly just at the elbow where the leather sleeve has been sewn neatly up.
D offers Tony the cape with no words. It looks simple in its black and featureless form, but the material, though soft, is lacquered in something which keeps moisture and debris from sticking to it.]