[Blue's labored method of speaking while making his way along is almost enough to make Rosinante regret not giving him a hand.
Almost.
He shoves the guilt aside - another thing he's good at doing - and nods as they approach the tree.]
Lights and stars. They do bring life to the place. Better than, well, those.
[He nods up ahead to where there's another sprig of mistletoe tied in a doorway, which is at eye level for him and a pretty irritating hazard to duck under or try to dodge around, given his occasional mishaps with balance.]
no subject
Almost.
He shoves the guilt aside - another thing he's good at doing - and nods as they approach the tree.]
Lights and stars. They do bring life to the place. Better than, well, those.
[He nods up ahead to where there's another sprig of mistletoe tied in a doorway, which is at eye level for him and a pretty irritating hazard to duck under or try to dodge around, given his occasional mishaps with balance.]