[It didn't have the same view for Aral Vorkosigan. Like most of those passing by, there was simply a shaking small man approaching a rather large, tufted cat. It drew its own set of stares, but was little to show the small showdown of wills going on below the surface, or what distorted, menacing hell Miles was seeing.
Aral didn't need to. The first taunts traded (Miles. Miles pls.) Aral had left the Lucky Cat immediately, found the scene not far and sought out the best vantage, just in case.
There wasn't the place to get a good shot, not with all of the crossing traffic. He was a smart shot, but stunners are meant for a reasonably wide range... which meant, that while this newcomer's attention was soundly on Miles, he picked his way over with quiet determination.
The terror electrifying the link between himself and his son was more than enough to explain that there was something going on... some power he couldn't see.
Time to put an end to that.
His hand drops on the cat's fur, sinking deep into the ruff and the knot ties down.]
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Aral didn't need to. The first taunts traded (Miles. Miles pls.) Aral had left the Lucky Cat immediately, found the scene not far and sought out the best vantage, just in case.
There wasn't the place to get a good shot, not with all of the crossing traffic. He was a smart shot, but stunners are meant for a reasonably wide range... which meant, that while this newcomer's attention was soundly on Miles, he picked his way over with quiet determination.
The terror electrifying the link between himself and his son was more than enough to explain that there was something going on... some power he couldn't see.
Time to put an end to that.
His hand drops on the cat's fur, sinking deep into the ruff and the knot ties down.]