"But it's like, the zombie apocalypse, you know...?"
Paprika reaches out as if to stop N, but stops herself in turn--clearly, when everything wasn't going to hell in a handbasket, they need to have a nice, long movie night. As if to remind her of concerns more pressing than N's sorrowful lack of cinematographic savvy, the Golurk raises its fist again, wreathed once more in lightning. Some sort of strangled shout escapes her, which apparently passes for something resembling a command in Old Man's book, or at leas enough of an incentive to absorb the attack with seemingly no ill effects.
"Dang," Paprika comments, accompanied by a low whistle. "Could you, uh, do that again or something? Except, like, attacking the little Iron Giant or whatever?" Can she actually do this? Probably not.
^^ reasons I am glad there are no moose in my area
Paprika reaches out as if to stop N, but stops herself in turn--clearly, when everything wasn't going to hell in a handbasket, they need to have a nice, long movie night. As if to remind her of concerns more pressing than N's sorrowful lack of cinematographic savvy, the Golurk raises its fist again, wreathed once more in lightning. Some sort of strangled shout escapes her, which apparently passes for something resembling a command in Old Man's book, or at leas enough of an incentive to absorb the attack with seemingly no ill effects.
"Dang," Paprika comments, accompanied by a low whistle. "Could you, uh, do that again or something? Except, like, attacking the little Iron Giant or whatever?" Can she actually do this? Probably not.