[ well, there goes Sprezzatura and her chair, forcibly plunged to one side. even exhausted, that gets the old heart pumping, the blood flowing, and she looses a graceless squawk as she's made bereft of the table she was draping listlessly over.
but her shadows are crafty, and when Henry yanks her away, they're angry, too. the first loops its tail around the table leg and joins hands with the second, who remains clutching stubbornly onto Sprezzatura's ankle. the end result is all three "Sprezzaturas" straining against Henry's telekinetic force. to be fair to the woman herself, at least she has a justifiable excuse for doing so. ]
Let go!
[ is she talking to him or the shadows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
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but her shadows are crafty, and when Henry yanks her away, they're angry, too. the first loops its tail around the table leg and joins hands with the second, who remains clutching stubbornly onto Sprezzatura's ankle. the end result is all three "Sprezzaturas" straining against Henry's telekinetic force. to be fair to the woman herself, at least she has a justifiable excuse for doing so. ]
Let go!
[ is she talking to him or the shadows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]