Damn it Snow. Pushing himself up from the treasure pile... and slipping a couple times, because it turns out walking on treasure is hard, he chases after her.]
Snow, wait!
[It's certainly an odd image; a hurrying woman with a stack of books and a disheveled man trying to catch her. Between his own long strides and the fact she's got a stack of books, it doesn't take very long. And because his brain never really... works, like ever, he grabs her arm to try and get her to stop.]
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Damn it Snow. Pushing himself up from the treasure pile... and slipping a couple times, because it turns out walking on treasure is hard, he chases after her.]
Snow, wait!
[It's certainly an odd image; a hurrying woman with a stack of books and a disheveled man trying to catch her. Between his own long strides and the fact she's got a stack of books, it doesn't take very long. And because his brain never really... works, like ever, he grabs her arm to try and get her to stop.]