[ because as far as Satero's concerned, getting dragged along by him is the world's natural state of existence.
they go, satero still dragging johnny around behind him, a sharp-toothed whirlwind of two all but dancing through the palace of versailles. satero seems to have a little more spatial awareness than usual -- he twirls around chairs, ducks into doorways, manages to completely refrain from banging his head into any pillars. he stops, every now and then, to contemplate a painting on a wall, or to frown up at the ceiling, blinking and looking briefly confused -- before flashing another grin and johnny and leaping into the next room.
at some point, he at least lets go of johnny's arm.
satero eventually crashes through a set of doors and out onto the balcony. he staggers into the railing and slaps both palms flat down upon its surface to lean over and look down at the gardens.
he turns back to johnny and points. ]
Plants!
Let's go down there.
[ and with that, satero promptly vaults off the balcony. ]
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they go, satero still dragging johnny around behind him, a sharp-toothed whirlwind of two all but dancing through the palace of versailles. satero seems to have a little more spatial awareness than usual -- he twirls around chairs, ducks into doorways, manages to completely refrain from banging his head into any pillars. he stops, every now and then, to contemplate a painting on a wall, or to frown up at the ceiling, blinking and looking briefly confused -- before flashing another grin and johnny and leaping into the next room.
at some point, he at least lets go of johnny's arm.
satero eventually crashes through a set of doors and out onto the balcony. he staggers into the railing and slaps both palms flat down upon its surface to lean over and look down at the gardens.
he turns back to johnny and points. ]
Plants!
Let's go down there.
[ and with that, satero promptly vaults off the balcony. ]