"Twelve?!" Luka gasps, amused, surprised and intimidated all at once. "I thought you'd be ...bigger."
He turns his head slightly toward the shoulder she's perched on.
"Oh! Thanks for healing my face. Even if it was indirectly, and maybe unintentional." Luka sounds earnest and grateful. That broken nose was no joke.
When she whispers that she wants to fight Gyre, Luka's mostly confused. He had heard she liked to fight, but why ask through him? Could Gyre not understand Twelve directly?
"Gyre, she wants to fight you." Luka says, dutifully. "Something tells me you're not exactly in the same weight class though."
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He turns his head slightly toward the shoulder she's perched on.
"Oh! Thanks for healing my face. Even if it was indirectly, and maybe unintentional." Luka sounds earnest and grateful. That broken nose was no joke.
When she whispers that she wants to fight Gyre, Luka's mostly confused. He had heard she liked to fight, but why ask through him? Could Gyre not understand Twelve directly?
"Gyre, she wants to fight you." Luka says, dutifully. "Something tells me you're not exactly in the same weight class though."