[ He lets out a breath, something close to quiet chuckle, and lifts his eyebrows. ]
Well, then, Miss Emma. That's certainly an incentive to pull through this, if I ever heard one.
[ His voice stays bright, even if hers doesn't. Not because he's trying to recapture the previous mood – that ship has long since sailed, and Faraday lets it go without any resentment – but because it's the tone he strikes by default. Easier to go through life playing the joker.
The revolver in his crossdraw holster practically leaps into his hand, and Faraday shoots from the hip. Four bullets in a tight spread, fired in the span of a breath. He grins – of course he'd be the type to find pride in his own skill – and looks at her askance. ]
You know I'm gonna be holdin' you to that, now, right?
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Well, then, Miss Emma. That's certainly an incentive to pull through this, if I ever heard one.
[ His voice stays bright, even if hers doesn't. Not because he's trying to recapture the previous mood – that ship has long since sailed, and Faraday lets it go without any resentment – but because it's the tone he strikes by default. Easier to go through life playing the joker.
The revolver in his crossdraw holster practically leaps into his hand, and Faraday shoots from the hip. Four bullets in a tight spread, fired in the span of a breath. He grins – of course he'd be the type to find pride in his own skill – and looks at her askance. ]
You know I'm gonna be holdin' you to that, now, right?