[ a quick nod to the thanks, and— he leaves it at that, mostly because he's more awkward with these types of things than the average person. not all of that shounen lyra carried around with her rubbed off on him.
the eeriness of the quiet around them doesn't help, and something metallic squeaks above them, almost makes silver jump to look up. luckily, it's just the wind against some loose bolts.
—or is it?
either way, weavile looks up to investigate, nose twitching. ]
Yeah. [ a sharp exhale; what he had told korra should have spread sooner, or rather, he should have taken interest in it sooner enough to snoop, but with gengar's ball shenanigans— ] All they were doing was waiting for the right time—
[ the tone implies he knew, to an extent, but . . . that doesn't help now, does it. ]
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the eeriness of the quiet around them doesn't help, and something metallic squeaks above them, almost makes silver jump to look up. luckily, it's just the wind against some loose bolts.
—or is it?
either way, weavile looks up to investigate, nose twitching. ]
Yeah. [ a sharp exhale; what he had told korra should have spread sooner, or rather, he should have taken interest in it sooner enough to snoop, but with gengar's ball shenanigans— ] All they were doing was waiting for the right time—
[ the tone implies he knew, to an extent, but . . . that doesn't help now, does it. ]