[no bracing, no sharp inhale when she lines her energy up for a straight shot of absolute precision in his head. he takes it because he's here with her and watching, expression slack and without the mask he puts on for pretty faces. a bit late for masks.]
Huh.
[saber's not so good with thinking before acting, curiosity coming secondary to anger, dark eyes scanning their strange room. he hates spatial changes, but raíz does that shit so much he got used to the ebb and flow of reality. like when she has to put him away somewhere, when neon has to choke him out and drain his powers to make him stop. he doesn't like her in here as much as he likes being talked about by a beautiful woman who doesn't seem to care what sort of violence stains his hands. his mind. roza isn't wrong about any of it– the blood, the animal, and most of all not being scared.
she'll get choppy bits of a repeated memory (a serrated knife straight down the throat of a man), an OCD repetition of steps one through five, steps one through three, then it's just one over and over. a trick he learned to keep the psychics in the house out. a tape stuck running.]
Why are you scared, hm? People get you for that or somethin'? [grinning. amused, annoyed. turned on.] I wanna do a lot more than put you face first on the table. Bet you already know. What do they usually want? Tell me, since you wanna play show and tell. It's only fair.
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Huh.
[saber's not so good with thinking before acting, curiosity coming secondary to anger, dark eyes scanning their strange room. he hates spatial changes, but raíz does that shit so much he got used to the ebb and flow of reality. like when she has to put him away somewhere, when neon has to choke him out and drain his powers to make him stop. he doesn't like her in here as much as he likes being talked about by a beautiful woman who doesn't seem to care what sort of violence stains his hands. his mind. roza isn't wrong about any of it– the blood, the animal, and most of all not being scared.
she'll get choppy bits of a repeated memory (a serrated knife straight down the throat of a man), an OCD repetition of steps one through five, steps one through three, then it's just one over and over. a trick he learned to keep the psychics in the house out. a tape stuck running.]
Why are you scared, hm? People get you for that or somethin'? [grinning. amused, annoyed. turned on.] I wanna do a lot more than put you face first on the table. Bet you already know. What do they usually want? Tell me, since you wanna play show and tell. It's only fair.