He's got to look down over his shoulder at Faye, but that's not so bad; the view of sly green eyes and shining hair makes it a worthwhile course of action.
"And no. Not that I know of, anyway." he lifts his free hand in a you-got-me expression, and grins. "It's pretty much me and my old teacher, but maybe the others ought to pick it up. You know, being a priest is no reason to not be practical."
He hefts the Punisher on his back, feeling the weight and testing it like he always does, feeling for a slip in the belts, for a weakness in the buckles, for loose cloth, but there's none of that; he'd wrapped it tight as a drum.
It's strange to walk without that steel on his back; he always feels a little off kilter
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He's got to look down over his shoulder at Faye, but that's not so bad; the view of sly green eyes and shining hair makes it a worthwhile course of action.
"And no. Not that I know of, anyway." he lifts his free hand in a you-got-me expression, and grins. "It's pretty much me and my old teacher, but maybe the others ought to pick it up. You know, being a priest is no reason to not be practical."
He hefts the Punisher on his back, feeling the weight and testing it like he always does, feeling for a slip in the belts, for a weakness in the buckles, for loose cloth, but there's none of that; he'd wrapped it tight as a drum.
It's strange to walk without that steel on his back; he always feels a little off kilter