[ Honestly, Midnight could get used to this, puttering around and letting someone else talk for once. It's nice. Less work.
(Not for the first time, and before he can remind himself that it doesn't matter, not anymore, he wonders what would have happened if he hadn't entered that host club all those years ago. If he'd taken simpler options. Did he enjoy conversation back then, or did he learn to love it, like alcohol or the taste of coffee? He doesn't remember anymore. It doesn't matter. The past is dead.)
He reaches up and pats the hand holding the saw. ]
Come down a bit, darling. I need to reach the handle.
[ He'll take the saw and just hold onto it. Kind of a happy serial killer vibe, honestly. ]
So, what you're saying is that I'll either need to get help or resign myself to the results of an imperfect experiment. [ Hm. ] How would you suggest I spend my time if I inform you that I'm not actually the type to lead an experiment, then? I'm the independent sort.
no subject
(Not for the first time, and before he can remind himself that it doesn't matter, not anymore, he wonders what would have happened if he hadn't entered that host club all those years ago. If he'd taken simpler options. Did he enjoy conversation back then, or did he learn to love it, like alcohol or the taste of coffee? He doesn't remember anymore. It doesn't matter. The past is dead.)
He reaches up and pats the hand holding the saw. ]
Come down a bit, darling. I need to reach the handle.
[ He'll take the saw and just hold onto it. Kind of a happy serial killer vibe, honestly. ]
So, what you're saying is that I'll either need to get help or resign myself to the results of an imperfect experiment. [ Hm. ] How would you suggest I spend my time if I inform you that I'm not actually the type to lead an experiment, then? I'm the independent sort.