You have got to be kidding- [ Ah, there it is, the frustrated, cold, annoyed as hell teen under that calm exterior. Of course there's no jokes going on now, but t least he's got the torch in his hand for some semblance of warmth. It wasn't going to be enough to stave off hypothermia, and he's already shivering, but this is what happens when a skinny teenager isn't prepared to be kidnapped at any one time.
His teeth are chattering by the time he speaks up again, sniffing as his nose begins to run. ]
We need to play this smart, if it's just gonna get colder the more of these w-we open.. [ He pauses to gather himself, really wanting to chuck the damn torch in to the coffin to make some kind of fire now that he knows there isn't a corpse in it. But then, a rare moment of brilliance (possibly?) steals over the braided teen as he takes one hand to wrap his braid around his neck like a scarf - looking between the Pokémon and Jibril intently. ]
Did anyone ch-check the ceiling, while you were fl-flyin' around and whatever? Hold on - [ He remembers that small flashlight, suddenly, clicking it on and beginning a quick swipe of the ceiling above them with it, the beam bright enough to at least give their eyes something to work with. ] Maybe the ceilin' dropping on us before was a real slimy clue..
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You have got to be kidding- [ Ah, there it is, the frustrated, cold, annoyed as hell teen under that calm exterior. Of course there's no jokes going on now, but t least he's got the torch in his hand for some semblance of warmth. It wasn't going to be enough to stave off hypothermia, and he's already shivering, but this is what happens when a skinny teenager isn't prepared to be kidnapped at any one time.
His teeth are chattering by the time he speaks up again, sniffing as his nose begins to run. ]
We need to play this smart, if it's just gonna get colder the more of these w-we open.. [ He pauses to gather himself, really wanting to chuck the damn torch in to the coffin to make some kind of fire now that he knows there isn't a corpse in it. But then, a rare moment of brilliance (possibly?) steals over the braided teen as he takes one hand to wrap his braid around his neck like a scarf - looking between the Pokémon and Jibril intently. ]
Did anyone ch-check the ceiling, while you were fl-flyin' around and whatever? Hold on - [ He remembers that small flashlight, suddenly, clicking it on and beginning a quick swipe of the ceiling above them with it, the beam bright enough to at least give their eyes something to work with. ] Maybe the ceilin' dropping on us before was a real slimy clue..