[ He returns her scowl with a grimace of his own, his bottom lip protruding like he's pouting over any old indiscretion, and it's easier that way, isn't it? If he downplays it. Doesn't make a big deal over the fact that he lost his fucking arm and now can't even open a can of food on his own β
Breathe.
Hah, at least he's generating plenty of his own cursed energy, like this... ]
Gee, thanks. My hero...
[ He responds duly, taking the can before sitting on a nearby bench. It's no easier to eat one-handed than it was to open the can, so he sets the can down in his lap so he can scoop out whatever mystery meat this is with his finger. ]
no subject
Breathe.
Hah, at least he's generating plenty of his own cursed energy, like this... ]
Gee, thanks. My hero...
[ He responds duly, taking the can before sitting on a nearby bench. It's no easier to eat one-handed than it was to open the can, so he sets the can down in his lap so he can scoop out whatever mystery meat this is with his finger. ]
C'mon. You've gotta have something to say.