[ Truth be told, he was expecting something. Something thrown at his head, maybe a punch, a foot extended to trip him as he walked away. He's practically counting down when the count is thrown off by the sounds behind him. Rafe glances over his shoulder and even with the iron grip he holds himself in, his eyes can't help but widen. He's come across his share of strange in his line of work, heard stories even wilder than what he's witnessed for himself, but the shit he's seen since landing in New Amsterdam blows it all out the water.
But he won't back down from it, no matter what it ends up being. he refuses. A scant few seconds after Fenris drops to his knees, Rafe is retracing his steps to stoop next to him. ]
Well, it's in keeping with your total inability to not make a spectacle of yourself.
[ His voice is smooth, unruffled, finding refuge in the usual dry sarcasm as he (more gently this time) grabs at an elbow to at least get him on his feet again. ]
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But he won't back down from it, no matter what it ends up being. he refuses. A scant few seconds after Fenris drops to his knees, Rafe is retracing his steps to stoop next to him. ]
Well, it's in keeping with your total inability to not make a spectacle of yourself.
[ His voice is smooth, unruffled, finding refuge in the usual dry sarcasm as he (more gently this time) grabs at an elbow to at least get him on his feet again. ]