[Fffffuck, since when has Shulk been the forward one? That grip is tight. Ngh. Crow's words come out shaking, half hearted, his gaze reluctantly leaving the bag and going to Shulk's eyes.]
I was-- [Goddamn it Shulk stop doing that but keep going] --taught...
[He trails off with a quiet moan. Crow, being a stickler for "rules"? Say it isn't so! It looks like Crow needs a little more convincing.]
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I was-- [Goddamn it Shulk stop doing that but keep going] --taught...
[He trails off with a quiet moan. Crow, being a stickler for "rules"? Say it isn't so! It looks like Crow needs a little more convincing.]