[ The jolt Pidge's collision sends through the table is enough to snap him straight back to alertness. It's fueled more by a sudden surge of adrenaline than it is surprise, the second he realizes the coffee has reached the very edges of the little book, he doesn't quite throw himself on the spill, but he does shove an arm across it, forming an immediate barrier between the two.
First he got blood on one arm of his shirt, now coffee on this arm...
Maybe he should consider a new shirt. ]
Be more careful! [ Childermass can't help it, growling the words out as he looks up at her. He doesn't usually snap at people, but he isn't usually this sleep deprived, either, much less sleep deprived in a surrounding he can't easily predict. It wears on you. Sorry, Pidge. ] You'll knock an entire table over next if you don't watch where you're going.
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First he got blood on one arm of his shirt, now coffee on this arm...
Maybe he should consider a new shirt. ]
Be more careful! [ Childermass can't help it, growling the words out as he looks up at her. He doesn't usually snap at people, but he isn't usually this sleep deprived, either, much less sleep deprived in a surrounding he can't easily predict. It wears on you. Sorry, Pidge. ] You'll knock an entire table over next if you don't watch where you're going.