[ As soon as the pendulum comes at him Zaveid is moving, reaching out to let it wrap around his hand before he tugs gently. He knows the weaponry, he uses it himself, and last time this happened was a repeat of this moment; he's not stupid enough to let himself get tangled up in something he knew like the back of his hand. If this was anyone else he might laugh, but right now all he can do is shake his head. ]
You're wearing your hat, Dezel.
[ But, technically, so is he, and he can't lie about that.
His reasons for wearing the hat are complicated and he doesn't want Dezel to ask... But he doesn't want to give it up either. It prickles at him and he growls a little, frustrated and annoyed beyond belief, before he holds his hands up and drops his grip on the pendulum. ]
Take it. I don't care.
[ Oh, but he does. He doesn't let it seep into his voice, not really, but he's so tense and so on edge there's no hiding it, really. ]
OH MY GOD DEZEL
You're wearing your hat, Dezel.
[ But, technically, so is he, and he can't lie about that.
His reasons for wearing the hat are complicated and he doesn't want Dezel to ask... But he doesn't want to give it up either. It prickles at him and he growls a little, frustrated and annoyed beyond belief, before he holds his hands up and drops his grip on the pendulum. ]
Take it. I don't care.
[ Oh, but he does. He doesn't let it seep into his voice, not really, but he's so tense and so on edge there's no hiding it, really. ]