He pauses mid-reach for the box and stares at Papyrus. He looks at Lance and Hector. "...dogs?" You know what.
Back to business.
He draws Riptide. The sickle made of coral, and various bits of the sea bound together into a lethal weapon is turned so the curving edge is pointed towards a hypothetical throat. If something shoots out he'll rip it across and do serious damage. He works at the box with his other hand. He forces the lid up and over.
Nothing comes out. He flips his sickle and straps it back against his belt. Inside the box tucked up in one corner is a bound up scroll. He eyes it. "Hey. Get a look at this." Keith shifts so the rest of them can take a look.
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Back to business.
He draws Riptide. The sickle made of coral, and various bits of the sea bound together into a lethal weapon is turned so the curving edge is pointed towards a hypothetical throat. If something shoots out he'll rip it across and do serious damage. He works at the box with his other hand. He forces the lid up and over.
Nothing comes out. He flips his sickle and straps it back against his belt. Inside the box tucked up in one corner is a bound up scroll. He eyes it. "Hey. Get a look at this." Keith shifts so the rest of them can take a look.