[ Morax follows at an easy pace, his steps long and lost in the flow of his robes. when Barbatos stops, he stands just behind him, aware of their surroundings as he picks a place to rest his rear. after he seems satisfied that they're not followed nor at the center of an attack, he sits beside him.
he lounges like a reclining statue, carved of stone, an arm behind him holding his weight while the other drapes over his knee. ]
Are you certain you'll be able to keep still long enough?
[ he tilts his chin downward and closes his eyes, but he still gets the jab in. ]
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he lounges like a reclining statue, carved of stone, an arm behind him holding his weight while the other drapes over his knee. ]
Are you certain you'll be able to keep still long enough?
[ he tilts his chin downward and closes his eyes, but he still gets the jab in. ]