"If you're tryin' to set me on fire with your mind, it's not working." Angelo shifts and there's a slight frown at his mouth, the beginnings of real irritation. "It is bugging the hell out of me, though, so you're succeeding in that."
Tom is rather unruffled at this shot to his manners - those are one of the first things he lost.
"Rest where anyone can see you, take your chances, eh?"
(He also has no idea what a mutant is. His world's version of Darwin hasn't written a world-altering book yet. But Tom can figure out he won't get any helpful hints from Angelo.)
Eyes are cracking open again and Angelo is back to being irritated again. It might be getting clear that he's less upset about Tom insulting him and more annoyed at getting his nap interrupted.
"'Cause someone's gonna run into the room and shoot me because I'm grey? Yeah, I'll take my chances with taking a nap on the couch."
"Been a while since I was around a bunch of people that weren't used t'humans," Angelo points out, still not particularly impressed with Tom. "Didn't think about it."
And it's annoying as hell that he's going to have to start.
"Guess so." Angelo shrugs and leans back again, arms crossed behind his head and eyes closed. "Para ser justo, might be best if you start thinkin' about how smart it is to shit-talk hombres that look a little strange. Never know what they could do t'you, you piss 'em off enough."
He doesn't need to. It'll be more fun if Angelo's able to take him of guard.
...should he need to. He's certainly not planning on sneaking up on him in the middle of the night and choking him into unconsciousness with his middle finger. Heavens, no.
For now, he's just going back to sleep.
...he'll start training so he's actually able to choke Tom after his nap.
He interrupts himself and stares more closely at the form he glimpsed briefly on the couch as he passed by.
Is that corpse breathing?
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The corpse is also talking. And lounging. And, apparently, attempting to sleep.
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Whatever this is isn't a sickness.
Huh.
"Righ' 'en," Tom mutters, bewildered. And he does shut up. He won't bother to move until he's done more staring, however.
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"If you're tryin' to set me on fire with your mind, it's not working." Angelo shifts and there's a slight frown at his mouth, the beginnings of real irritation. "It is bugging the hell out of me, though, so you're succeeding in that."
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"The feck are you, mate?"
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"I'm a mutant. A human mutant."
Eyes closed. Nap now plz.
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"Rest where anyone can see you, take your chances, eh?"
(He also has no idea what a mutant is. His world's version of Darwin hasn't written a world-altering book yet. But Tom can figure out he won't get any helpful hints from Angelo.)
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"'Cause someone's gonna run into the room and shoot me because I'm grey? Yeah, I'll take my chances with taking a nap on the couch."
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And it's annoying as hell that he's going to have to start.
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Just saying.
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Tom doesn't entirely get how asking 'what the fuck are you?' translates to 'shit-talking' - but the reminder to stay on his toes sinks in.
Not that he'd let Angelo know that.
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...should he need to. He's certainly not planning on sneaking up on him in the middle of the night and choking him into unconsciousness with his middle finger. Heavens, no.
For now, he's just going back to sleep.
...he'll start training so he's actually able to choke Tom after his nap.
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