from adrenalsurge | ' tell me we’ll be safe at least for a little while. '
@adrenalsurge |
the Englishman was whistling a merry tune, even if the situation seemed to be dire & quite stressful. leaning his back against a wall, shotgun resting against his layered hazmat suit, along the rim of his belt, in one of his gloved hands, rests his gas canisters, tossing it upwards & catching it as it falls, like a ball, toying with it as if he’s unaware of the dangers.
his attention is stolen from the object he tossed in the air, though he would catch it before turning over to the Russian, his bug-eyed visor facing her clear & simple mask.
“ --safe? yeah, fer’ the most part at least. “ a very guttural chuckle, low & raspy. a razor grazing against the grain, tearing the metaphorical strains that hold the leather patches together. there’s something sinister about his tone, though it also seems playful in a way, like a predator toying with its prey.
“ we’re safe. as long as those White Masks don’t have specially lined suits that prevent my gas from breaching their protections & killin’ them that is.. “
