Post by Freyalise on Dec 23, 2012 22:43:35 GMT -5
It nettled him that she uttered the words 'child's play.' Child's play is assuming the outcome is harmless and beneficent and well planned and perfectly successful. He wanted to say to her 'actually, this is the real world, wicca and alchemy don't share very much at all,' but he thought better of it. Why did he have the urge to rain on his own parade? Here he was raiding a store with a hot girl in the dark and he was going to debate semantics. Correct her later. You're a fucking nerd, Kazu. Don't ever let her catch on.
"Shopping for herbs and spices? Sounds aromatic." A non-answer sounded like the best answer and he smiled back at her, eager to depart the scene of the crime now that he was laden with loot. He reached out to the door and instead of opening it, he liquified the whole thing, glass and metal coagulating into a puddle on the floor. He dropped a nearby coat on the weird puddle and gestured for her to go first.
"And he's not locked, my dear. He's sealed. As in, that room has no door. He probably won't run out of air but they will have to destroy the wall to reach him. If they find him." Something was a little off about that statement and he realized it once he said it-- He kind of enjoyed the fact that he made a tomb for a teenager. Well, maybe a tomb. Someone somewhere would notice that poor bastard is still clocked in. they were out of the store and walking around with bulging bags on their arms. Kazu lit himself a cigarette, more for nerves than for craving.
"Shopping for herbs and spices? Sounds aromatic." A non-answer sounded like the best answer and he smiled back at her, eager to depart the scene of the crime now that he was laden with loot. He reached out to the door and instead of opening it, he liquified the whole thing, glass and metal coagulating into a puddle on the floor. He dropped a nearby coat on the weird puddle and gestured for her to go first.
"And he's not locked, my dear. He's sealed. As in, that room has no door. He probably won't run out of air but they will have to destroy the wall to reach him. If they find him." Something was a little off about that statement and he realized it once he said it-- He kind of enjoyed the fact that he made a tomb for a teenager. Well, maybe a tomb. Someone somewhere would notice that poor bastard is still clocked in. they were out of the store and walking around with bulging bags on their arms. Kazu lit himself a cigarette, more for nerves than for craving.
