Oh, okay, okay, all right. They don't hate this idea. They follow this person they don't even know the name of over to the supply closet, again traipsing around like they're an employee here, and it seems like she's just a little quicker on the draw than Hope themself is. "Got it," they nod, smirking just a little bit.
They step back, then, placing themself between this other person and the rest of the backroom. And, because they might as well go in for assault if they're already breaking and entering, they fumble around for the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon. Which turns out to be a flashlight, heavy at the bottom where the batteries are. They flip it around in their hand and assume a defensive stance that only looks a little bit like something out of a video game.
"You know, I've never done this before," they say, thinking that that's probably obvious. With more respect than they care to admit, they follow it with, "Are you a professional hooligan or something?"
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They step back, then, placing themself between this other person and the rest of the backroom. And, because they might as well go in for assault if they're already breaking and entering, they fumble around for the nearest thing that could be used as a weapon. Which turns out to be a flashlight, heavy at the bottom where the batteries are. They flip it around in their hand and assume a defensive stance that only looks a little bit like something out of a video game.
"You know, I've never done this before," they say, thinking that that's probably obvious. With more respect than they care to admit, they follow it with, "Are you a professional hooligan or something?"