HENRY
I was waiting for something extraordinary
but as the years wasted on...
but as the years wasted on...
Henry's gaze lifted up at her curiously, to see what sort of case she might make for herself. Only... she didn't, and instead she grabbed the branch out of his hand. All he could do was realize what was about to happen as he met her gaze. The poky, grabby branch comes flying into his face and, yes, Siri gets the satisfaction of seeing his panic right before the impact.
He tosses his hand through the branch, hitting it out of his way and tearing through it. There are a myriad of tiny, fresh pink cuts on his skin. "Ha-ha," he retorts, "very funny. Did that make you feel better?" He pretended to be right angry, snatching the bottle out of her offering hand. But, as he did, there was an edge of a smile that slipped through the cracks in his façade.
He laughed suddenly, at her vow to stay away from fungi. "Aw, you'd even stay away from me? I'm a fun guy, but at least I helped you out," he smirked at her, knowing it was an absolutely terrible joke. The worst he'd ever made, probably. He took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to her.
Siri's question sobers him, though, at the mention of LongNight. "Normally? I hunker down somewhere safe and try to ignore the monsters that mimic voices of dead people I used to know and love," he raised his brows at her, no smile on his face to indicate that this was another one of his really bad jokes. Nope, just a really shitty truth, which comes out so bluntly thanks to the bit of alcohol swimming around in his system. "That's how they lure you out, make you think they're a person. That they need help. Sometimes they just break in, though. Whole families have been slaughtered like that." He brought a hand up to pat her shoulder, "Welcome to the Grounds. Want to leave yet?" Because everyone did, sooner or later. No one ever wanted to stay.
He tosses his hand through the branch, hitting it out of his way and tearing through it. There are a myriad of tiny, fresh pink cuts on his skin. "Ha-ha," he retorts, "very funny. Did that make you feel better?" He pretended to be right angry, snatching the bottle out of her offering hand. But, as he did, there was an edge of a smile that slipped through the cracks in his façade.
He laughed suddenly, at her vow to stay away from fungi. "Aw, you'd even stay away from me? I'm a fun guy, but at least I helped you out," he smirked at her, knowing it was an absolutely terrible joke. The worst he'd ever made, probably. He took a swig from the bottle and handed it back to her.
Siri's question sobers him, though, at the mention of LongNight. "Normally? I hunker down somewhere safe and try to ignore the monsters that mimic voices of dead people I used to know and love," he raised his brows at her, no smile on his face to indicate that this was another one of his really bad jokes. Nope, just a really shitty truth, which comes out so bluntly thanks to the bit of alcohol swimming around in his system. "That's how they lure you out, make you think they're a person. That they need help. Sometimes they just break in, though. Whole families have been slaughtered like that." He brought a hand up to pat her shoulder, "Welcome to the Grounds. Want to leave yet?" Because everyone did, sooner or later. No one ever wanted to stay.
nothing ever did
unless I caused it
unless I caused it
