[ Venom is still unsure of what exactly is going on here: why Kaz suddenly seems to be so formal with him, why there's a certain heaviness to the air that he can't quite put a finger on. His confusion is enough that he doesn't put the brunt of his strength against Kaz's forearm straight away, and elects instead to mull over a few of these details as he keeps his stance upright and his fingers curled around the back of Kaz's prosthetic.
It's not an easy task, no (Kaz wasn't kidding when he said he's been practicing), but Venom isn't straining quite as much as his friend is. He is, in fact, still trying to get a read on Kaz, contrasting things he's heard from previous conversations (these competitions being important) with his current behavior.
The seconds tick by, and after ten or so of them float on, Venom slowly starts his white-knuckled retaliation to Kaz's side of the table. ]
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It's not an easy task, no (Kaz wasn't kidding when he said he's been practicing), but Venom isn't straining quite as much as his friend is. He is, in fact, still trying to get a read on Kaz, contrasting things he's heard from previous conversations (these competitions being important) with his current behavior.
The seconds tick by, and after ten or so of them float on, Venom slowly starts his white-knuckled retaliation to Kaz's side of the table. ]