[ archer's subtle motion is enough to draw alex's eyes to the cane that he's been ignoring up until now, and for a moment, he sees a scorpion atop the hilt and his whole body goes cold, his breathing goes tight.
he hasn't the slightest idea why, but he knows deep down in his bones that the reaction is important.
wholly aware of the fact that archer is no doubt watching his every movement right now, alex slides the notebook out from under his arm, flips it open to a blank page and in big letters writes the word 'scorpion'. he stares down quietly at the page for a moment before frowning and scribbling out the the last two letters and adding an 'a' at the end instead.
alex stares down at the new, seemingly meaningless word for a handful of seconds in silence before snapping the notebook closed even more violently than before and sliding it into his jacket pocket with a note of finality. only then, does he appear to remember he has company, looking a bit spooked as he looks up at archer and says, somewhat distantly: ] Sorry, what was that?
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he hasn't the slightest idea why, but he knows deep down in his bones that the reaction is important.
wholly aware of the fact that archer is no doubt watching his every movement right now, alex slides the notebook out from under his arm, flips it open to a blank page and in big letters writes the word 'scorpion'. he stares down quietly at the page for a moment before frowning and scribbling out the the last two letters and adding an 'a' at the end instead.
alex stares down at the new, seemingly meaningless word for a handful of seconds in silence before snapping the notebook closed even more violently than before and sliding it into his jacket pocket with a note of finality. only then, does he appear to remember he has company, looking a bit spooked as he looks up at archer and says, somewhat distantly: ] Sorry, what was that?