when: february 7th;; early morning where: hq; the technodungeon who: closed to @olvirsson
" what’s up with you, today? ” his tone was neither judgmental or harsh; rather a simple, inquisitive question. they’d been doing this for a while, now, and kit had always been quick on the uptake. zo had always assumed with her background and persistence she’d be a fast learner, and she hadn’t proven him wrong. yet. something about her today wasn’t aligned right.
he unraveled from kit, loosening his arm that had wrapped around her neck, pinning her into place against him and removed his unloaded sig sauer from the side of her head. he tapped her back twice followed with a light shove; a silent signal to try again. he tucked the pistol back into his holster.
" everything i’ve taught you so far is going to be useless if you can’t disarm your opponent. you got the jitters for tomorrow or something? because if either of us should be more distracted it’s definitely me. you actually enjoy this crap. ” he moved away with his back to her, grabbing his water bottle from the table. he took a long drink, eyeing the clutter the clogged the table in front of him. most of it was gen’s-- some discarded motherboards, an empty dime bag he had pretended he hadn’t seen yesterday, some broken down wireless security cameras--
a pump-action water gun.
he poured the rest of the contents of his water bottle into the tank and plugged it, spinning back around to face her. " would this make things easier for you, elsa? maybe do a little ice magic instead? ” he pulled the trigger, a few quick spurts of water hitting kit right in the shoulder. he resisted the very strong urge to make ‘pew pew’ noises.
" this one’s bigger anyway. probably an easier target. come’n get it, your majesty. ”