kettperfected:
❛ oh, i can’t believe you. ❜ the sound doesn’t even need to register for him to know what it was. he shoves them aside almost immediately —- although it seems unlikely from the obvious height difference, they’re no more than a pushover. he points at the anointed with one of the scalpels he picked up accusingly. ❛ i told you not to touch ANYTHING! ❜
there’s something of a silent sigh, more of an imperceptible lift and fall of his shoulders than anything ----------- he doesn’t stumble but he lists to the side somewhat, a side glance down at the tool pointed towards him. he knows better than to argue, he can never win these confrontations ( or any conversation for that matter ), so he slowly reaches down to pick up the fallen pieces, muttering with a slight scowl,
“ --just dropped them, didn’t try to kill you-- ”
