[not really. a smile quirks kavinsky's mouth when he sees the blood burst out of the wound, and he lets the rifle drop off his shoulder with a practiced, expedient little motion. in the worlds where he isn't a terrifying little king, he's probably an adequate little murder goon. he might someday reincarnate into something more impressive along the lines of a ramsay bolton.
but until then, he'll just shake his head, refusing the kind offer of bullet, but a little impressed probably at the way that andyr got it out of the gorey hole in his arm. that did look painful. not as painful as it should have been, but he figures that has something to do with the enhanced physiology that clearly!! makes andyr's meat tougher than the average old nag's. man. remind him to cannibalize someone else.]
You want a matching one?
[other side, he means. he gestures at andyr's opposite arm. but the rifle doesn't go up on his shoulder again, or at least not immediately. he's smiling.]
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but until then, he'll just shake his head, refusing the kind offer of bullet, but a little impressed probably at the way that andyr got it out of the gorey hole in his arm. that did look painful. not as painful as it should have been, but he figures that has something to do with the enhanced physiology that clearly!! makes andyr's meat tougher than the average old nag's. man. remind him to cannibalize someone else.]
You want a matching one?
[other side, he means. he gestures at andyr's opposite arm. but the rifle doesn't go up on his shoulder again, or at least not immediately. he's smiling.]