"No you don't," Mark agrees in turn, having been on the receiving end of such playful punches before, knowing full well what they mean. The two of them aren't incredibly tactile, as far as friends go. Most of that blame rests on Mark's own shoulders; he's just not the kind of guy who gets touchy-feely about his emotions, doesn't feel the impulse to reach out for a bear hug or any of its derivatives, and sometimes the impression that one gets from Wardo anyway is that he's so put-together that one doesn't really want to disturb that. Chuffs on the arm, pats on the shoulder, these are about as far as the two of them usually go, kind of a compromise between their two vastly different personalities, so it's a comfort to Mark, but not one that he really acts on. Punching Wardo right back on the upper arm, that'd be weird, out of line, because it's just not what they normally do. (Did.)
"If it starts following me around, I'm calling foul," Mark says as they near what he presumes to be the hut, signaled by a soft bird-like coo from the fenced off area behind it. "Pun not intended."
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Date: 2011-07-06 07:11 am (UTC)"If it starts following me around, I'm calling foul," Mark says as they near what he presumes to be the hut, signaled by a soft bird-like coo from the fenced off area behind it. "Pun not intended."