[ holy shit, rory does not like birds. he does not like anything, actually, for things that look normal are never quite normal. his back is to her as she flies down, and he looks up too late — he sees a bird ascending into the air, to only disappear from sight. he's honestly not quite sure what to do with himself. does he stay? does he go? ]
[ but the sound of fighting draws his attention. his legs are starting to ache from their squatting position. while he's still uncertain, rory takes in a deep breath — and grabs the nearest solid object, which happens to be a plank of split and splintering wood — and moves. ]
[ he runs out of the alleyway to come to a halt when he sees the fight and — ]
[ what does he make of it, exactly? ] Stop! I've got — [ he glances at his plank of wood. and he does what he should've done before making a noise. he advances, raises it, and tries to whack someone in the fight. ]
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[ holy shit, rory does not like birds. he does not like anything, actually, for things that look normal are never quite normal. his back is to her as she flies down, and he looks up too late — he sees a bird ascending into the air, to only disappear from sight. he's honestly not quite sure what to do with himself. does he stay? does he go? ]
[ but the sound of fighting draws his attention. his legs are starting to ache from their squatting position. while he's still uncertain, rory takes in a deep breath — and grabs the nearest solid object, which happens to be a plank of split and splintering wood — and moves. ]
[ he runs out of the alleyway to come to a halt when he sees the fight and — ]
[ what does he make of it, exactly? ] Stop! I've got — [ he glances at his plank of wood. and he does what he should've done before making a noise. he advances, raises it, and tries to whack someone in the fight. ]