[Standing back up is with the same easy and fluidity as when he crouched. There's still more flowers left to insult, and he's sure he'll hear God knows only what along the way. For now, peace.
His dark eye settles on Bolin again. His face doesn't change at all, but maybe there's a tad bit of humor somewhere in his voice.]
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His dark eye settles on Bolin again. His face doesn't change at all, but maybe there's a tad bit of humor somewhere in his voice.]
If I try, are you going to come stop me?