#bless you thank you glowey discord prayer hands xD

[youbettermerc]

‘Do something funny, Jester.’ - Grayson

A furious jingling sounded as the three bells beading the ends of a gaudy fool's cap Wade (begrudgingly) wore were jostled. He'd snapped his head around so sharply and severely to look at the other mercenary the tingling ache of tendons knitting back together flared faintly at the base of his skull.

The other was set with the narrowed stitching of his mask for a moment longer, index finger poised just as sharply on the keypad. Debating if he could kebab Grayson right then and there for the added smarm. He decided against it. "I'll remind you I'm only wearing this because I'm a man of high integrity. And always keep my promises."

Okay, and because he'd lost a bet against Grayson pretty badly. But that was neither here nor there.

Another discordantly cheerful cacophony from the bells as he turned back to safe cracking, hunched like a gargoyle in front of it. As if the weight of the cap also contained his unusually sour mood. "... and so birds know when I'm coming."