[ he notes what david's doing - everything he's doing, from the drop to the wince to the way he looks at him to the quick kiss that, against the mask, is barely more than a slight pressure. under other circumstances, like if he was just pissed off about ghost face or adriana or trespassing in general, it might have distracted him. annoyed him or made him snort out something resembling a laugh.
under the circumstances he himself created, he doesn't move. barely even acknowledges the thanks with a grunt. the world outside his head is fading out already as the anger sears through his veins.
when david leaves, if he takes his time to avoid the traps and worsening his injury, he'll eventually hear the sounds of smashing metal and cracking wood, but no voices. no roar of anger or even a string of swears. just destruction that ends almost too abruptly. ]
[ what david does is make it maybe two feet out of the workshop before he realises he's got nothing left and sits against a wall to pass out. he figures evan will be to preoccupied to find him out here, either die or get called to trial before evan leaves the workshop for anything. ]
[ it means he hears the crashing, the weirdly sanitized tantrum. a confusing lullaby for him to fall asleep to out in the cool, damp mineshaft. part of him wishing he could do something about this, another part of him deeply annoyed both by the fact that it's happening and that there's nothing to be done. ]
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under the circumstances he himself created, he doesn't move. barely even acknowledges the thanks with a grunt. the world outside his head is fading out already as the anger sears through his veins.
when david leaves, if he takes his time to avoid the traps and worsening his injury, he'll eventually hear the sounds of smashing metal and cracking wood, but no voices. no roar of anger or even a string of swears. just destruction that ends almost too abruptly. ]
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[ it means he hears the crashing, the weirdly sanitized tantrum. a confusing lullaby for him to fall asleep to out in the cool, damp mineshaft. part of him wishing he could do something about this, another part of him deeply annoyed both by the fact that it's happening and that there's nothing to be done. ]