Can I Ever say Sorry Enough (for ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
majestygate)
Previously!
[After learning the truth and, frankly, handling it very poorly Richard can't see he's happy to see a reminder of that day walking right up to his station. He's not stupid; he knows Kenny is using it as a chance to corner him and put him in a situation where he can't leave without looking bad in front of everyone else.
Which of course means he can do shit-all about it, but that doesn't mean he has to be entirely pleasant about it.
He scowls faintly but relents to the request and picks up a practice sword, holding it out to Kenny for him to take by the hilt.]
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Richard gives him a judging look, approaching slowly after a moment before promptly giving Kenny a shove that would easily send anyone in that "stance" off balance.]
Too stiff, everything is locked up. That is how you wind up with broken knees and arms. Your hold on the weapon is all wrong.
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[ Honestly he's not even that good with a bow. But let's not talk about that.
He tries to relax, loosening up all around and even tries to shit his hold on his sword a bit. It's obviously not going to be perfect but he can only hope it's better. When he finally makes the changes he looks back at Richard and grins a bit. ]
Any better?
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[No comment from Richard, but his expression betrays him for a brief moment. He noticed, Kenny. He noticed.
Gentler than might have been expected from this, Richard lightly tapped the scabbard of his sword against the back of Kenny's knees, getting a bit of proper resistance this time.]
Better.
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He has to give Richard a smile, after all at least he's doing something right. ]
So what's next?