[Stubborn indeed. Yu breathes a quiet sigh and pulls his hand back by a fraction--
--only to freeze at the sound of a twig snapping. It's probably nothing, logically reasoned, but some deeper instinct has him reaching for a weapon he doesn't have.]
... Did you hear that?
[His voice is practically a whisper, quiet and careful.]
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--only to freeze at the sound of a twig snapping. It's probably nothing, logically reasoned, but some deeper instinct has him reaching for a weapon he doesn't have.]
... Did you hear that?
[His voice is practically a whisper, quiet and careful.]