[could've left. nothing's holding him in this room save for a sliver of morbid curiosity giving this man one more chance to open up and come clean with a useful bunch of words. he's got no reason to believe his "interest" in him stems from a shred more than haphazard dumping by whatever this place is. if there's any expectation of activity in the room, it can fuck off. he's calling the shots right now and no one or nothing is impeding his decision.]
Don't whine at me about your life. [cutting him off as a guillotine before the stranger gets any stupid ideas his existence is of interest to him. he's got better things to do. likely not a risk, but heading it off regardless.]
Sorry to break your dreamy expectations. My aim's a lot better. [in case this guy wants a demonstration on with his lower jaw. "bad attitude". is that the worst he could come up with? irked thoughts aside, he twitches his head back in curiosity as getou vivisects the wall behind him. no, not the wall specifically, but the space it occupies. as if opening a portal of sorts. likely meaning once it shuts, everything will seal back up as if it never was. dimensional manipulation on a small scale...
he's proven correct soon enough. disgusting little creature, buzzing around as a monstrous mutated fly. called here, brought out of storage, transported? likely not a created being though. it was summoned from elsewhere.] That's a neat trick.
[behind his opaque mask, a flicker of surprise crosses his visage. calling him out? someone really was watching him from before. or he's presumptuous.] Wasn't aware I had a spy.
[darkness drifts up from his shoulders, akin to midnight mist floating over a bog. licking contours and bending in wisps as it dissipates in the air before sluicing down his arm and leg and pooling in the floor below. only takes a second before a twitching, slinking creature with mean sliced red eyes quivers onto spiky legs and crouches beside his shin.] Gonna have a cockfight?
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Don't whine at me about your life. [cutting him off as a guillotine before the stranger gets any stupid ideas his existence is of interest to him. he's got better things to do. likely not a risk, but heading it off regardless.]
Sorry to break your dreamy expectations. My aim's a lot better. [in case this guy wants a demonstration on with his lower jaw. "bad attitude". is that the worst he could come up with? irked thoughts aside, he twitches his head back in curiosity as getou vivisects the wall behind him. no, not the wall specifically, but the space it occupies. as if opening a portal of sorts. likely meaning once it shuts, everything will seal back up as if it never was. dimensional manipulation on a small scale...
he's proven correct soon enough. disgusting little creature, buzzing around as a monstrous mutated fly. called here, brought out of storage, transported? likely not a created being though. it was summoned from elsewhere.] That's a neat trick.
[behind his opaque mask, a flicker of surprise crosses his visage. calling him out? someone really was watching him from before. or he's presumptuous.] Wasn't aware I had a spy.
[darkness drifts up from his shoulders, akin to midnight mist floating over a bog. licking contours and bending in wisps as it dissipates in the air before sluicing down his arm and leg and pooling in the floor below. only takes a second before a twitching, slinking creature with mean sliced red eyes quivers onto spiky legs and crouches beside his shin.] Gonna have a cockfight?