Excuse him while he jumps, whirls around, and holds a dagger out in a defensive stance, fear all over his face.
....until the smell and sight catches up with his reflex and he relaxes, face going bright red.
So many years of Barry sneaking up behind him had made him overly defensive. He pocketed the dagger and crossed his arms, trying to will his heart to slow down and the blush burning across his face to fade.]
What the hell was that? Were you trying to give me a heart attack?
[Action]
Excuse him while he jumps, whirls around, and holds a dagger out in a defensive stance, fear all over his face.
....until the smell and sight catches up with his reflex and he relaxes, face going bright red.
So many years of Barry sneaking up behind him had made him overly defensive. He pocketed the dagger and crossed his arms, trying to will his heart to slow down and the blush burning across his face to fade.]
What the hell was that? Were you trying to give me a heart attack?
[He sighs.]
...Since when could you do that anyway?