[If Good Spirits had a better selection, he would have gotten the bread she was wishing for instead. But beggars couldn't be choosers, and he hasn't been in his own apartment long enough to have anything to offer her, even if he'd thought they could have stumbled all the way down to CH6.
He nods at the statement.]
Yeah, not a few folks have tried that; didn't work out too well for them, either.
[He extends his own pair out so that she can see them past his shoulders; the underside pattern is easily recognizable as belonging to some sort of hunting hawk. He'll give them a good flex and flap to show her the solid anchoring they have.]
Far as I can tell, they're pretty much woven into the bone, nerves, and muscle. Maybe even the spine. And they're damned sensitive at the best of times. I'm surprised you're not out cold if you tried to rip yours off.
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He nods at the statement.]
Yeah, not a few folks have tried that; didn't work out too well for them, either.
[He extends his own pair out so that she can see them past his shoulders; the underside pattern is easily recognizable as belonging to some sort of hunting hawk. He'll give them a good flex and flap to show her the solid anchoring they have.]
Far as I can tell, they're pretty much woven into the bone, nerves, and muscle. Maybe even the spine. And they're damned sensitive at the best of times. I'm surprised you're not out cold if you tried to rip yours off.