( At first, he thinks the man a fool. Then, a poor musician.
In the end, it emerges he's simply a bad necromancer, all around. )
That's base. You're nothing more than an amateur.
( But one who has brought the mutt forward just enough so that, swiping once, twice, and again, the prisoner succeeds to capture the keys off its chain. Even better, the creature hardly spares him a glance, still attentively, obsessively concerned with the visitor's song.
Well, there's no accounting for bad taste. Besides, the prisoner has other priorities, hastening to try to bend and twist his hand and tease free the lock of his cell, only to find, failing to achieve the right angle — )
Damn it. I can't reach without breaking wrist bones. ( But he says it so explicitly, with such intense pronunciation that it's obvious and plain he's considering the possibility.
At the last moment, he favours his wrist with mercy and tosses his keys the stranger's way. )
no subject
( At first, he thinks the man a fool. Then, a poor musician.
In the end, it emerges he's simply a bad necromancer, all around. )
That's base. You're nothing more than an amateur.
( But one who has brought the mutt forward just enough so that, swiping once, twice, and again, the prisoner succeeds to capture the keys off its chain. Even better, the creature hardly spares him a glance, still attentively, obsessively concerned with the visitor's song.
Well, there's no accounting for bad taste. Besides, the prisoner has other priorities, hastening to try to bend and twist his hand and tease free the lock of his cell, only to find, failing to achieve the right angle — )
Damn it. I can't reach without breaking wrist bones. ( But he says it so explicitly, with such intense pronunciation that it's obvious and plain he's considering the possibility.
At the last moment, he favours his wrist with mercy and tosses his keys the stranger's way. )
Let me out.