 Snake disguised as Raven Browncoat
Kellen tapped a finger off his chin, "That seems fair. All right, a third your fault. And a third mine." And if it made any mathematical sense at all, three quarters Fletcher's.
He looked down at his captured finger, "It hurt pretty badly, yeah. I didn't really cry though. I think he disconnected my tear duct or something." He wouldn't be surprised; that punch had decked him, after all. |