Yes, 'microsurgery' definitely did not translate so well into Pirate. And considering the fact that he had plenty of other matters to be self-conscious about (acid scars and blaster burns, it was like a map of his life done with chisels and watered-down paints) he was content not to attempt it.
Jumping up would have, in fact, been an unwise move: Fett had actually had bad knees since his late teens. It was one of those things that he was very good at keeping to himself, so much that he rarely even thought of it. All the same, sudden weight probably would have set the mood (what mood?) off.
Boots down, shinguards off, and now it was the simple things, which would have been relieving were it not for that track repeating at the back of his mind do something, do anything, you must be able to beat it, nothing can make you-
It seemed automatic; she rose up on tiptoes, so he should help. He lifted her an inch or two off the floor, not as though that was difficult (how can she possibly cook that much and be so small?), and let her kiss him even though he knew that every moment that continued was one where all the protests seemed to get softer and softer. "Not all that's holdin' ye," he growled. Actually growled, what the hell was wrong with his vocal chords?
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Date: 2007-09-21 08:03 pm (UTC)Jumping up would have, in fact, been an unwise move: Fett had actually had bad knees since his late teens. It was one of those things that he was very good at keeping to himself, so much that he rarely even thought of it. All the same, sudden weight probably would have set the mood (what mood?) off.
Boots down, shinguards off, and now it was the simple things, which would have been relieving were it not for that track repeating at the back of his mind do something, do anything, you must be able to beat it, nothing can make you-
It seemed automatic; she rose up on tiptoes, so he should help. He lifted her an inch or two off the floor, not as though that was difficult (how can she possibly cook that much and be so small?), and let her kiss him even though he knew that every moment that continued was one where all the protests seemed to get softer and softer. "Not all that's holdin' ye," he growled. Actually growled, what the hell was wrong with his vocal chords?