"Good to know, good to know..." Of course, it's unclear what Garrot's saying that in response to. "But about that... we can't really stay apart." He takes a step closer to their magic slide, and looks towards Terrence. Or, past Terrence, towards his clone that fades into golden-bronze dust right before their eyes. The doctor seems wholly unconcerned by this.
"If you don't want it to be too safe..." Garrot finds himself grinning, a mischievous little chuckle rumbling out of his throat before he just starts shouting. "I'll just meet you at the bottom, whoo-hoo!"
There's a certain grace with which Garrot dive rolls onto the shield-ramp. The kind of grace one would expect from a highly trained martial artist. The rest of the descent? Since he was going for form over function, the doctor is forced to awkwardly zigzag his way down the shield. Every time he veers too close to one side, there's the scraping of claws against magic steel and frantically escalating shouts of "crap," "shit," and then "fuck" until he finally tumbles into the flowerbed face-first.
There's a moment of silence, and then Garrot shoves a victorious thumbs-up into the sky... even though he's still eating dirt.
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"If you don't want it to be too safe..." Garrot finds himself grinning, a mischievous little chuckle rumbling out of his throat before he just starts shouting. "I'll just meet you at the bottom, whoo-hoo!"
There's a certain grace with which Garrot dive rolls onto the shield-ramp. The kind of grace one would expect from a highly trained martial artist. The rest of the descent? Since he was going for form over function, the doctor is forced to awkwardly zigzag his way down the shield. Every time he veers too close to one side, there's the scraping of claws against magic steel and frantically escalating shouts of "crap," "shit," and then "fuck" until he finally tumbles into the flowerbed face-first.
There's a moment of silence, and then Garrot shoves a victorious thumbs-up into the sky... even though he's still eating dirt.