Smart broad. I definitely won't have to kill you, now. [He gathers up all of his things and turns his newly created bomb over in his hands with gleeful expression. Despite how this ordeal started, his new toy seems to be brightening his mood. Having someone who is deeply afraid of him helps too. It's a nice ego boost.]
Whelp. I'm off. [He tucks the bomb under one arm, walks behind her and gives her a sardonic pat on the head, because how often does he get to do that?? Not enough. No one is ever the same size as he is.] See you around... 'Cause, you know, I see everything.
[That last part wasn't necessary. He just... had to be a little scary. It doesn't really have much effect since he walks out snickering as he says it.]
[The snickering doesn't do shit to ease Nott's frayed nerves, thanks! She freezes up when he pats her on the head, keeping her mouth shut the whole time he makes his exit.
When he appears to finally be gone, or at least no longer visible, she lets go of the breath she was holding and brings a hand to rub circles into her forehead.]
Oh, gods.
[Still. Even despite the horrifying encounter with a hyperintelligent potentially rabid raccoon, she got something out of this. She finishes up the last few adjustments she remembers from his demonstration and picks up the finished explosive. She made this. Huh.
Pretty cool.
She pockets it, and then... pointedly leaves in a different direction than he did.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
we are the best
Whelp. I'm off. [He tucks the bomb under one arm, walks behind her and gives her a sardonic pat on the head, because how often does he get to do that?? Not enough. No one is ever the same size as he is.] See you around... 'Cause, you know, I see everything.
[That last part wasn't necessary. He just... had to be a little scary. It doesn't really have much effect since he walks out snickering as he says it.]
no subject
When he appears to finally be gone, or at least no longer visible, she lets go of the breath she was holding and brings a hand to rub circles into her forehead.]
Oh, gods.
[Still. Even despite the horrifying encounter with a hyperintelligent potentially rabid raccoon, she got something out of this. She finishes up the last few adjustments she remembers from his demonstration and picks up the finished explosive. She made this. Huh.
Pretty cool.
She pockets it, and then... pointedly leaves in a different direction than he did.]