[ He follows his gaze, looking down at his blood-covered hand like he's surprised it's there. It might seem alarming to some people, but not Moran, and his smile grows when he looks back up through the curtain of his bangs. He's assuming it isn't his blood, but doesn't ask. What more of an invitation does he need? ]
Always a good talk, Moran.
[ Five disappears in the next blink, and a second later he's behind him rounding a kick at his feet. Nothing immediately debilitating, but sometimes they need motivation to get moving. ]
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Always a good talk, Moran.
[ Five disappears in the next blink, and a second later he's behind him rounding a kick at his feet. Nothing immediately debilitating, but sometimes they need motivation to get moving. ]