"I try not to let my metaphors embarrass me in public."
Dirk returns Cid's snark with a monotone drawl. He doesn't move, letting Cid wander towards him. They're men of contrasts: Dirk is immobile, statue-like, Cid's movements are fluid, rhythmic. A swordsman through and through, natural and trained. It shouldn't make Dirk's hands itch for his blade, or his legs ache to move. But of course, it does.
"Exactly what I said. I shouldn't have to explain it to you if you don't understand."
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Dirk returns Cid's snark with a monotone drawl. He doesn't move, letting Cid wander towards him. They're men of contrasts: Dirk is immobile, statue-like, Cid's movements are fluid, rhythmic. A swordsman through and through, natural and trained. It shouldn't make Dirk's hands itch for his blade, or his legs ache to move. But of course, it does.
"Exactly what I said. I shouldn't have to explain it to you if you don't understand."