[This is insane. This man's stoicism borders on either obliviousness or callousness, and James honestly can't decide which. He just sort of stares as he's unburdened by a few kittens.
His face twists into a frown. His side stings. He's holding a bunch of nervous baby animals. It's cook-off hell in here.]
You think so?
[Sarcasm! Just a bit!]
...I need to get out of here. I can't cook with an armful of cats and a wound now. You should keep a better eye on that knife of yours.
[Whatever he's asking for with that outstretched hand, James makes no move to fulfill it.]
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His face twists into a frown. His side stings. He's holding a bunch of nervous baby animals. It's cook-off hell in here.]
You think so?
[Sarcasm! Just a bit!]
...I need to get out of here. I can't cook with an armful of cats and a wound now. You should keep a better eye on that knife of yours.
[Whatever he's asking for with that outstretched hand, James makes no move to fulfill it.]