[this is the moment that janus chooses to come back into the room. they smell of cigarettes, which was the vice they'd been tending to, and also a little bit of mcdonald's french fries, because those are delicious and torture is hungry work. self-care is important, you see.
they had had very specific expectations about what they were supposed to find in the basement, upon their return. they had assumed vex would be confined to a chair, broken or at least steadily along his way to breaking, frightened, and alone, prepared to resume their good work. although most of the checklist is met, it turns out that one rather key detail is off.]
Wh--
[—o the fuck are you, is what janus meant to say. but it's a stupid moment to waste on talking, and their muscle memory is already reacting even though idiotic questions are coming out of their mouth. they whip out a pistol, point, pull the trigger, already trying to shove themself small against the edge of the ceiling and descending stairs, for cover. it's not the best move you could make, with the people involved, but to be fair: he doesn't know who rafaello is.
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they had had very specific expectations about what they were supposed to find in the basement, upon their return. they had assumed vex would be confined to a chair, broken or at least steadily along his way to breaking, frightened, and alone, prepared to resume their good work. although most of the checklist is met, it turns out that one rather key detail is off.]
Wh--
[—o the fuck are you, is what janus meant to say. but it's a stupid moment to waste on talking, and their muscle memory is already reacting even though idiotic questions are coming out of their mouth. they whip out a pistol, point, pull the trigger, already trying to shove themself small against the edge of the ceiling and descending stairs, for cover. it's not the best move you could make, with the people involved, but to be fair: he doesn't know who rafaello is.
never mind what.]