@triangularcommunification continued from [x]
The man stared at her wide-eyed, glaring- a kitchen knife dangerously at her throat just floating there. He had been cleaning dishes, a few on the floor now- when she suddenly appeared from the sink. Soaked uncomfortably and now a plethora of broken dishes he didn’t understand why she was here.
“What the hell do you want.” he sneered, clearly angered by her intrusion upon his home. If that one by her throat wasn’t enough any other kitchen knives that had been thrown out of the sink by her appearance were floating- aiming at her.
Though nearly impossible to tell save for the faint glimmer of movement, Kells’ eyes glanced around the home she found herself in-- well, what she could see of it anyway, through all this gleaming metal pointed directly at her. For her part, she seemed to be keeping terribly calm about the immediate threat on her life.
“Nothing really,” she answered with a blasé attitude that certainly didn’t belong to the situation at hand, “I just felt myself curious. So I thought, why not drop by? Surely Sr. Consigo’s life could use a little spicing up.” So she remembered his name after all, a smart little grin turning her lips. An immense amount of the energy here felt familiar-- terribly so, though the decor was... subtle. She didn’t regret her decision to visit, yet.
“How long are you going to keep that at my throat, hmm?”
