[ Her smile is returned only with the beginnings of a faint, unimpressed frown; having spent a lifetime being patronized, he registers the otherwise innocuous look for one of condescension. Despite this, he offers no protests before falling into step with her. Odin’s own strides, a product of his height, are somewhat stumbling initially as he adjusts to the slowed cadence, but soon he is shoulder-to-shoulder with Pyrrha. Under normal circumstances, he would have wordlessly given her point, would have trailed behind her if only slightly to ensure he could keep an eye on her as well. These are not normal circumstances, and he does not wish to be the first caught by the city’s denizens.
When she speaks, he just shoots her an incredulous glance out of the corner of his eye. ]
N-no? [ he disagrees waspishly, the word emphasized into a challenge. ] You’re k-kidding me, ri-right?
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When she speaks, he just shoots her an incredulous glance out of the corner of his eye. ]
N-no? [ he disagrees waspishly, the word emphasized into a challenge. ] You’re k-kidding me, ri-right?