[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

[@Psyker Landshark][@Raineh Daze][@The Otter]

[color=goldenrod]"The three of us are plenty used to making eachother look like idiots in training,"[/color] Gerard offered, electing to shelve the further questions he'd begun to brew regarding that pillow situation, regardless of how little he believed anything with acute night eyes could be nearsighted. The picture was either clear, or it wasn't, right? Different from training your eyes to move and react. [color=goldenrod]"Be an odd change to start laughing now."[/color]


[sub][right][b][i]Interesting that you lash out like a wounded dog,[/i][/b] Agrahn had said.[/right][/sub]

Anyway.

[sub][right][i][b]When you can't wipe that grin off your face.[/b][/i][/right][/sub]

His curiosity had been drawn elsewhere regardless, following instead the same direction that Renar's took. It was serendipitous as hell, given the conversation he and the Bastard of Brias had only just shared... But messages from beyond seemed all too commonplace, this past week. Reading into it was at once an opened door and a block on the road, depending on how much you did it— he'd trust his gut with this.

[color=goldenrod]"So that established, sounds like you're game."[/color] He continued, beginning a steady march forward through the center of the pair ahead of him, each having slid off to opposing ends of the doorframe. There was just enough room to brush past and make it back into the open— Probably. [color=goldenrod]"Field's not far."[/color]