Generally, beautiful young women clutching breathlessly at his arm is the sort of thing Lesgle dreams of.
It figures that the reality would be more like this.
He is entirely agreed on the advisability of a brisk walk. He's good at brisk walks away from things, ready to break into a run as needed. "Do you see that one there?" he asks in an undertone. "The one that looks like..." Well, it's not quite human-shaped enough to look like a person. Nor is it quite canine-shaped enough to look like a dog. But it's not mirrory enough to look like a proper mirror either, that's for sure.
At least it's not moving. Visibly. Except for the black hole where a mouth should be.
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It figures that the reality would be more like this.
He is entirely agreed on the advisability of a brisk walk. He's good at brisk walks away from things, ready to break into a run as needed. "Do you see that one there?" he asks in an undertone. "The one that looks like..." Well, it's not quite human-shaped enough to look like a person. Nor is it quite canine-shaped enough to look like a dog. But it's not mirrory enough to look like a proper mirror either, that's for sure.
At least it's not moving. Visibly. Except for the black hole where a mouth should be.