[ Harrison shifts uncomfortably for a moment with a grumble as he follows Ramon's instructions, turning and lifting his shirt up with one hand. He'd been in a number of ridiculous situations over the years, but this one tops them all by far. It's not so much awkward given how many times they've had to patch him up and stitch him back together, but . . . bizarre in general.
And eye roll inducing.
Which is exactly what he does as he draws his shirt up, glancing back over his shoulder. When he speaks, though his voice is rough and caustic in a way, there's almost a lighter, teasing edge to it underneath. ]
You know. This is your fault, Ramon.
[ He raises an eyebrow at that before continuing, fully intending on explaining — once an adequate dramatic pause has settled in, anyway. ]
Last time? You brought up King Shark. Remember that? [ A beat, and he snorts. ] I do.
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And eye roll inducing.
Which is exactly what he does as he draws his shirt up, glancing back over his shoulder. When he speaks, though his voice is rough and caustic in a way, there's almost a lighter, teasing edge to it underneath. ]
You know. This is your fault, Ramon.
[ He raises an eyebrow at that before continuing, fully intending on explaining — once an adequate dramatic pause has settled in, anyway. ]
Last time? You brought up King Shark. Remember that? [ A beat, and he snorts. ] I do.