I don't think the people here care about stock prices, man. I don't think they know what those are.
[ Nacho fights to keep the smile off his face; the amusement out of his voice. He's Mr. Serious, after all. >:[ No smiling!
He blinks when Jimmy points at him, then questioningly points at his own chest as if to say, Who? Me? before following Jimmy's gaze, questioningly, to the statues. He doesn't get the chance to say anything else, though, before Jimmy is leaning down - STILL talking - and Nacho kneels down beside him, only half-listening as he notices the vine starting to snake out, inching its way towards Jimmy's wrist.
Nacho's eyes bug out. Jimmy might not see the vine, but Nacho does, and he knows what they can do.
It happens very quickly - Nacho leaping up like something burned him, his mouth forming a horrified o-shape; the vine twisting around Jimmy's wrist and dragging him towards the wall. Nacho's eyes are still wide; his jaw drops slightly. He starts to make his way to Jimmy, with only a slightly irritated exhale through the nose. ]
Hang on, dumbass. I'll get you out.
[ There's the tiniest modicum of affection in his voice, belying the insult. But Nacho suddenly stops dead in his tracks. The irritation seeps out of him abruptly. He doesn't smile with his lips, but something lights up from somewhere deep in his eyes. His under eyes crinkle in telling amusement. He holds up one finger and points directly at Jimmy. Almost mockingly. ]
In a little bit. [ With that, he takes several steps backward and folds his hands behind his back. This time, his lips actually do curl upward into a soft, faint smile. ]
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[ Nacho fights to keep the smile off his face; the amusement out of his voice. He's Mr. Serious, after all. >:[ No smiling!
He blinks when Jimmy points at him, then questioningly points at his own chest as if to say, Who? Me? before following Jimmy's gaze, questioningly, to the statues. He doesn't get the chance to say anything else, though, before Jimmy is leaning down - STILL talking - and Nacho kneels down beside him, only half-listening as he notices the vine starting to snake out, inching its way towards Jimmy's wrist.
Nacho's eyes bug out. Jimmy might not see the vine, but Nacho does, and he knows what they can do.
It happens very quickly - Nacho leaping up like something burned him, his mouth forming a horrified o-shape; the vine twisting around Jimmy's wrist and dragging him towards the wall. Nacho's eyes are still wide; his jaw drops slightly. He starts to make his way to Jimmy, with only a slightly irritated exhale through the nose. ]
Hang on, dumbass. I'll get you out.
[ There's the tiniest modicum of affection in his voice, belying the insult. But Nacho suddenly stops dead in his tracks. The irritation seeps out of him abruptly. He doesn't smile with his lips, but something lights up from somewhere deep in his eyes. His under eyes crinkle in telling amusement. He holds up one finger and points directly at Jimmy. Almost mockingly. ]
In a little bit. [ With that, he takes several steps backward and folds his hands behind his back. This time, his lips actually do curl upward into a soft, faint smile. ]