"Oh, good. Because I tell ya, there's nothing like a good close shave with your own blade. Borrow someone else's and ffshoo, you get little Japanese flags dotting your chin all morning. Never do that when there's inspection. Never." And Hawkeye heard his voice waver that once, but he makes a fist with his one hand that's down and then releases it and feels like maybe, after some seconds, he has his head on straight again. The blade's still there. It's not cutting. He feels like he ought to thank the fella.
The hand that's near the spear head moves a hair down. Can he touch it? He wants to shove it away. Damn. The impulse was a struggle to hold down but unlike the urge to jabber on, this one could be controlled. Hardly.
None of this made sense. Hawk opens his eyes. He knows he's not dead. That's all.
"Partner? I swung her 'round and 'rou--"
Seriously. There's some stuttering as he shifts gears.
"I don't have one. I don't know what you're talking about." That's all.
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"Oh, good. Because I tell ya, there's nothing like a good close shave with your own blade. Borrow someone else's and ffshoo, you get little Japanese flags dotting your chin all morning. Never do that when there's inspection. Never." And Hawkeye heard his voice waver that once, but he makes a fist with his one hand that's down and then releases it and feels like maybe, after some seconds, he has his head on straight again. The blade's still there. It's not cutting. He feels like he ought to thank the fella.
The hand that's near the spear head moves a hair down. Can he touch it? He wants to shove it away. Damn. The impulse was a struggle to hold down but unlike the urge to jabber on, this one could be controlled. Hardly.
None of this made sense. Hawk opens his eyes. He knows he's not dead. That's all.
"Partner? I swung her 'round and 'rou--"
Seriously. There's some stuttering as he shifts gears.
"I don't have one. I don't know what you're talking about." That's all.