[ His nose wrinkles, ostensibly in disagreement, and he starts readying an argument. His main talking points involve the fact that he was nearly back, that he had avoided the worst of the creatures beyond the wall, and, most importantly, that he had been bored. The most excitement from his shift came in those last couple of hours, when some big, angry beast came barreling out of the trees.
But she flips the script on him, and he blinks at her as she approaches, reaching up to the small cut. His mask is a practical piece of armor that has protected him from a lot of damage, but he admits there are some flaws in its design – the greatest of which is that it doesn’t protect his whole head.
(But if it did, it’d make his hair look awful. The last thing he wants when he’s dramatically removing his mask after saving the day is to stand triumphantly with atrocious helmet-hair.
He has an image to maintain, thanks very much.) ]
Took a tumble. [ And he offers the explanation up easily, letting his hand drop. ] Totally fine, though.
[ He glances down to the capsule in her hands, and he frowns at it. ]
no subject
But she flips the script on him, and he blinks at her as she approaches, reaching up to the small cut. His mask is a practical piece of armor that has protected him from a lot of damage, but he admits there are some flaws in its design – the greatest of which is that it doesn’t protect his whole head.
(But if it did, it’d make his hair look awful. The last thing he wants when he’s dramatically removing his mask after saving the day is to stand triumphantly with atrocious helmet-hair.
He has an image to maintain, thanks very much.) ]
Took a tumble. [ And he offers the explanation up easily, letting his hand drop. ] Totally fine, though.
[ He glances down to the capsule in her hands, and he frowns at it. ]
Is that the thing?