"Old man? I can rip you in half. Kill you a thousand ways with my bare hands, would you like that? I’m a weapon."
"Ooooh, I'm so scared."
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"Old man? I can rip you in half. Kill you a thousand ways with my bare hands, would you like that? I’m a weapon."
"Ooooh, I'm so scared."
"Captain."
"Hey, kid. You looking for someone?"
"You’re an egotistic punk, you know that? You need to be knocked off your high horse and come down a few inches."
"Sounds like someone's getting jealous. Starting to realize you're nowhere near the same level as me, old man?"
"I just need a small fire extinguisher to take your out, you’d need at least twenty cans of bug spray to affect me.”
"In your dreams, but if you’re so sure why don’t you put your pride on the line."
"Or one industrial sized can, and if that still doesn't work I could always hit you with a rolled up newspaper."
"Alright kid. You wanna lose that badly? let's race."
❝blinks, languid; considering the other. pulls his lips into a thin line, disproving pull of his features. tilts his head, as though the new angle will provide him with some proper insight. and it does offer him something, but not quite what he was looking for. “Y e a h — ” draws the syllable out, pressing thick through his teeth like taffy. brows arch in a complimentary fashion. “You really look like you’ve been through the ringer… So, do you need help going through my belongings, or have you got that covered?”
"I know."
He can't help but grin. Maybe he could charm his way out of this. Yeah, he can totally charm his way out of this. There won't be any trouble at all, just borrow some clothes and be on his way.
"I clean up nice, don't I?"
He'll never hear the end of it if he has to call Sue to bail him out of jail.
"Actually, I'm mostly looking for a pair of pants. A little something to cover up--"
a hand gets waved at his lower regions.
"If you can make those appear I'd really appreciate it."
"I can swim, boiling water doesn’t bother me, thaws me out. Remember? I’m an old man, of course I know what skateboarding is. I’ve knocked a few punks off their wheels. You’re not the first."
"There's a difference between thawing a guy out and boiling him like lobster. There's also no way you could knock me off my board. I'm way too good to be taken out that easily."
"Get in loser, we're going dirt biking."
He had been taking a break from the whole 'being chased by crazy people covered in spikes and barbed wire' thing. Keeping close to the most intact corner of the ruined building that he could find to stay hidden from the ones that were probably lurking around outside waiting on him to come out.
Until he heard the crunch of gravel under someone's feet. The creak of that old door he'd bypassed before swinging on it's hinges. Then the heat in Johnny's fingertips start to rise, warming him up so he'll be ready to attack at a second's notice, if he needs to.
If not? well then that's one less body that needs to be burned.
❝ Johnny? ii’ll try to remember that & you can call me Torunn. thank you for at least attempting not to
catch my hair on fire.❞
"It's a pleasure to meet you Torunn. Like I said, not making any promises, but if I do manage to accidentally care your hair on fire, then sorry in advance."
”I don’t know…Would you like to find o u t?”
"Not really."
“What are you talking about? This is my normal face.”
"So you always look like you're about to murder someone?"
”I should be asking you that. You’re staring at me.”
"And you're looking at me like you're about to murder me."
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ᴛʜᴇy ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ Húḿáń Tőŕćh.
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[ it's been a long time since he's seen a human wander this far from the school. it's a curious thing, and that curiosity's definitely gotten the better of him. holding his head in his hands while he watches him from his perch on a burnt stump ]
“ Custom made? ”
"Nice. A job like that must have cost you some serious money. I can see the red tint in them from here."