[Yeah, now he's covered in dried paint and definitely can't move much. York got in shots on his legs, arms, more on his torso, and one even narrowly missed his head. Wash is seriously glad that it did, though, because he wasn't interested in having his face stinging as much as everything else is.
When he hears York speak, Wash lifts his head to get a better look at him and puffs out a breath before just letting it fall back to the ground.]
I don't know. Can anyone win here? [He figures that if someone can still move, they probably win. ...He doesn't say this out loud, however, because he definitely can't move enough for it to be considered a win. He can't even get to his feet.]
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Date: 2012-08-16 04:19 am (UTC)When he hears York speak, Wash lifts his head to get a better look at him and puffs out a breath before just letting it fall back to the ground.]
I don't know. Can anyone win here? [He figures that if someone can still move, they probably win. ...He doesn't say this out loud, however, because he definitely can't move enough for it to be considered a win. He can't even get to his feet.]