[ Yeah I know you, sloshes through his brain because how could he forget? He damn near had to bend over backwards to get those shears in his favor. They're pretty much the only thing he's focusing on right now, being literally the only thing that seems to be consistent in her image here (that and they're fucking sharp, and she looks... particularly unhinged today, rather than jumpy). ]
[ I can't lend them to you. ]
[ The realization stumbles as a heel slams down an inch from his crotch and he jolts again, scrambling back a couple feet until his shoulders regrettably strike wall. As if that wasn't distressing enough, it wasn't a scramble so much as a drag, considering he could barely hike his knees up or dig his heels in to propel himself. ]
Fucking— No! [ IS THIS THE MINE CAR OR THE SEXUALLY HARASS VIDAL CAR?? Now at knifepoint?? Why?? He tucks an arm across his staunchly clothed chest as if looking for some pearls to clutch, but really it's more to... reflexively shield some vital organs. ]
[ They're not mine. ]
The hell's your deal, lady?!
[ Because it's hitting now. Possession, personality disorder, doppelganger, morphogenetic shift, Jeckyll and fucking Hyde, something's not right. He does know Miss Morose, and honey you ain't it. ]
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[ I can't lend them to you. ]
[ The realization stumbles as a heel slams down an inch from his crotch and he jolts again, scrambling back a couple feet until his shoulders regrettably strike wall. As if that wasn't distressing enough, it wasn't a scramble so much as a drag, considering he could barely hike his knees up or dig his heels in to propel himself. ]
Fucking— No! [ IS THIS THE MINE CAR OR THE SEXUALLY HARASS VIDAL CAR?? Now at knifepoint?? Why?? He tucks an arm across his staunchly clothed chest as if looking for some pearls to clutch, but really it's more to... reflexively shield some vital organs. ]
[ They're not mine. ]
The hell's your deal, lady?!
[ Because it's hitting now. Possession, personality disorder, doppelganger, morphogenetic shift, Jeckyll and fucking Hyde, something's not right. He does know Miss Morose, and honey you ain't it. ]