Kaiji, on the other hand, seems far less concerned about potential traps. He's considerably more cavalier about poking around the bumps, trying to hook his fingers into the grooves and pull at them to test his whole door theory. It doesn't really explain why there are two of them in here or what such a tiny space would be used for anyway but one step at a time. Before anything else, he wants out.
Even so, that spikes comment earns his new companion an elbow in the ribs and another filthy look. As irritated as he sounds, something about that really hits a nerve; a slow, crushing death by spikes in a box while its inhabitants bicker and panic? Sounds kind of like something that fucked up family would do and the thought alone makes sweat bead across his forehead and his body tense, partly in fear but mostly in outrage.
No. Stop it. Eyes ahead.]
Very funny. If I'm lucky, they'll take you out first. [Speaking of...] ... hey, what's your name anyway? Just so I know what to write on your grave, I mean.
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Kaiji, on the other hand, seems far less concerned about potential traps. He's considerably more cavalier about poking around the bumps, trying to hook his fingers into the grooves and pull at them to test his whole door theory. It doesn't really explain why there are two of them in here or what such a tiny space would be used for anyway but one step at a time. Before anything else, he wants out.
Even so, that spikes comment earns his new companion an elbow in the ribs and another filthy look. As irritated as he sounds, something about that really hits a nerve; a slow, crushing death by spikes in a box while its inhabitants bicker and panic? Sounds kind of like something that fucked up family would do and the thought alone makes sweat bead across his forehead and his body tense, partly in fear but mostly in outrage.
No. Stop it. Eyes ahead.]
Very funny. If I'm lucky, they'll take you out first. [Speaking of...] ... hey, what's your name anyway? Just so I know what to write on your grave, I mean.