Howard takes the knife, looking at it with a sort of reverence reserved for holy objects, then up at R's face. R's so much taller than him, he realizes. Most people are, but R's tall even for 'most people'. "Thank you," he says softly, almost tenderly. R might not even realize what an opportunity he's given to Howard. He's given Howard a legitimate tool, a way to defend himself and a way to work with his environment.
He takes the note, folds it up, and slips it into R's pocket for him. No need to let R fumble with it. Then he stops, pauses as he hears someone cursing in the water. He stumbles backwards and then slips behind R, using the zombie's tall, gangly bulk as a shield to hide himself. He hopes R doesn't hold it against him.
Maybe she won't see them in the dark, but it seems that in her effort to get away from the piranhas she's coming right in their direction.
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Howard takes the knife, looking at it with a sort of reverence reserved for holy objects, then up at R's face. R's so much taller than him, he realizes. Most people are, but R's tall even for 'most people'. "Thank you," he says softly, almost tenderly. R might not even realize what an opportunity he's given to Howard. He's given Howard a legitimate tool, a way to defend himself and a way to work with his environment.
He takes the note, folds it up, and slips it into R's pocket for him. No need to let R fumble with it. Then he stops, pauses as he hears someone cursing in the water. He stumbles backwards and then slips behind R, using the zombie's tall, gangly bulk as a shield to hide himself. He hopes R doesn't hold it against him.
Maybe she won't see them in the dark, but it seems that in her effort to get away from the piranhas she's coming right in their direction.