Listening to Wylan talk about the tools of his trade could be rather fascinating. But it could also be rather distracting, in the worst ways.
Time and place, Jesper.
"Wylan. Stop talking." His voice is clipped, a little stressed--He knows it's rude, likely to be taken the wrong way. He fixes the other boy with a look, hoping he'd get why the conversation needed to cut here. "Just...stop talking about destructive qualities of bombs, please."
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Date: 2021-10-30 09:41 pm (UTC)Time and place, Jesper.
"Wylan. Stop talking." His voice is clipped, a little stressed--He knows it's rude, likely to be taken the wrong way. He fixes the other boy with a look, hoping he'd get why the conversation needed to cut here. "Just...stop talking about destructive qualities of bombs, please."