@zaunicboom
he catches it beneath the toe of his shoe. small & metal, with neon symbols scribbled over the surface. an untrained eye might have mistaken it for nothing more than a sharp-toothed toy. viktor, of course, knows better. he had actually heard it, first. rolling toward him across the oil-slicked pavement, slowing to a stop just before it could detonate at his feet. he braces his cane and, with a little effort, crouches lower to the ground. a single, slender hand jettisons out, swipes cautiously at the contraption. he examines it at eye level — harmless with the pin still intact. maybe. “ forgive me, ” he says, unfazed, gaze downcast as if to ignore the want of the culprit, “ though i think you have dropped your bomb. ”