Miles Naismith Vorkosigan (
thisvorlunatic
) wrote
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2014-09-11 05:57 pm (UTC)
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"Ah, well."
He kisses her again and fishes his Dendarii grey-and-whites out of wherever he last stuffed them. Something falls out of a jacket pocket.
Miles stares at the floor in amazement.
"
Where
did that little shit learn to pick pockets like that?" he exclaims, scooping up his grandfather's knife in its lizardskin sheath.
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He kisses her again and fishes his Dendarii grey-and-whites out of wherever he last stuffed them. Something falls out of a jacket pocket.
Miles stares at the floor in amazement.
"Where did that little shit learn to pick pockets like that?" he exclaims, scooping up his grandfather's knife in its lizardskin sheath.