[...Okay, so that didn't exactly go as planned, did it? Tuco briefly considers pointing out that he's probably significantly lighter than Niko—that maybe weight makes all the difference somehow, and that inexperience is relative, really.
Instead he nods absently, sending his knuckles up to swipe across his nose. He's not going to argue; he's just there to help out and learn the ropes, right?
Jump-cut to his other heel shifting back across the stone. His face adopts a look of ridiculously over-elaborate innocence, and he presses a hand against the wall like he's suddenly interested in architecture. A scuff of a toe here and a turn there, and wow, would you look at that: he's coincidentally that little bit closer to the chest!
With any luck, he'll be able to continue his casual, "I'm not really moving, I'm just fidgeting" crawl for just long enough that it becomes impractical for him to go back—that, really, he might as well keep going.
...Of course, that doesn't really account for any unexpected clicks.]
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Instead he nods absently, sending his knuckles up to swipe across his nose. He's not going to argue; he's just there to help out and learn the ropes, right?
Jump-cut to his other heel shifting back across the stone. His face adopts a look of ridiculously over-elaborate innocence, and he presses a hand against the wall like he's suddenly interested in architecture. A scuff of a toe here and a turn there, and wow, would you look at that: he's coincidentally that little bit closer to the chest!
With any luck, he'll be able to continue his casual, "I'm not really moving, I'm just fidgeting" crawl for just long enough that it becomes impractical for him to go back—that, really, he might as well keep going.
...Of course, that doesn't really account for any unexpected clicks.]