"Oh, that's quite simple. You could use nails or ball barrings to make a bomb more destructive. Things like that literally rip things apart in the explosion." He points out. "It's easier in a pipe bomb to cause that kind of damage. You just need the right starting mechanism whether it's a mercury weight or a timing device."
Each had its advantages and disadvantages, and Wylan would need to take time to figure out the best way to make the bombs that they'd end up using.
"There's plenty of ways to make a bomb more destructive, it just depends on the kind of destruction you want. If you're looking to cause more injury on a wide scale, shrapnel is the best way to go."
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."
It's not like he brought up shrapnel! Was there someone else in the hall? Was there a wayward demon listening into their conversation? It's when Wylan notices the other boy's expression that he gets the idea of why they need to stop talking.
Oh.
Oh.
Heat creeps up into his cheeks, flushing before he gently shoves Jesper. "Jesper! Seriously?" He's really blushing now. "Now?!" He gestures to all of him.
"It's not my fault you're attractive when talking shop!" Jesper hisses back in a whisper. Honestly, Wylan had no idea the kind of sway he held, or how that all but doubled when he started in on some of his talk.
It was a problem. Okay, normally not a problem, but certainly in this moment it was.
Okay. So Jesper had a bit of a point. It was ridiculously attractive when he would start talking about how to shoot or when he showed off with his guns. He supposes he could understand where he was coming from. He rubs his face as he laughs lightly before he reaches for Jesper's hand again.
"Coffee." He nods in agreement before he takes a step closer and leans up to kiss him on the cheek. "Let's go get coffee."
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Each had its advantages and disadvantages, and Wylan would need to take time to figure out the best way to make the bombs that they'd end up using.
"There's plenty of ways to make a bomb more destructive, it just depends on the kind of destruction you want. If you're looking to cause more injury on a wide scale, shrapnel is the best way to go."
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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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It's not like he brought up shrapnel! Was there someone else in the hall? Was there a wayward demon listening into their conversation? It's when Wylan notices the other boy's expression that he gets the idea of why they need to stop talking.
Oh.
Oh.
Heat creeps up into his cheeks, flushing before he gently shoves Jesper. "Jesper! Seriously?" He's really blushing now. "Now?!" He gestures to all of him.
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It was a problem. Okay, normally not a problem, but certainly in this moment it was.
"Look--let's just. Coffee?"
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"Coffee." He nods in agreement before he takes a step closer and leans up to kiss him on the cheek. "Let's go get coffee."