››› @threedolls
he regrets it. he regrets opening the message. he regrets pressing the button. because now he's stuck on — wherever this is. certainly different scenery than that he was just looking at moments before, and he takes a deep breath.
and when he releases, he's groaning with it. he doesn't pay any mind to the person that joined up with him, as if he were the only person here. he thought it would be a good idea, at least, because it'd be better to be with someone else than by himself, wouldn't it? but, well, at least he knows he'll probably be fine. he can take care of himself. maybe it's more up his alley than the last place.
it's just.. he's not entirely confident he'll be able to find a 'good' pair of scissors. he didn't promise, but saying he'd try seemed to be enough.
"I want us to be on the same page, so—what's a good pair to you?" for him, it's... what he'd expect it to be. but he needs to make sure.
