[ The slightly clumsy handling with the straps isn’t something Tezcatlipoca minds. He’s focused on unloading the gun, which goes smoothly, but also his own thoughts. He dumps the bullets into his hand as Matt undoes the strap, but he lets it hang there for a moment as he looks at him. ]
What- Seriously?
[ He’s genuinely shocked, since with his impression of Matt, he’d figured the question would be rhetorical. Of course he would, right? He wasn’t some psycho like Silco that fucking hated his world and (Tezcatlipoca assumed) had no one they wanted to save. He had to assume it was a hard choice for mortals, sure, but he still would have guessed he would have picked one. ]
Ah, shit…
[ …Where does that leave him, then? Actually desiring things, caring about them, that doesn’t go well for him. He’d thought that the offer was fine in the sense of that kind of cosmic balance, because surely it wasn’t out of the ordinary enough for the proverbial scales to balance.
He sets the gun on the tiny table and dumps the bullets next to it. At least with one strap undone, the whole harness can be shrugged off more like a jacket, since it’s just getting it loose enough across the shoulders that’s most helpful. The rest he can manage himself, such as the lace-up boots they both seem to favor. He tosses the harness over the chair too, then goes to take a seat on the bed where it’s easy to lean over and undo them. He nods lazily for Matt to join him, if he wants. ]
Figured everyone did. [ It’s mumbled, and that’s not wholly because of the intoxication (just mostly). ] You thinkin’ about it still, or…?
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What- Seriously?
[ He’s genuinely shocked, since with his impression of Matt, he’d figured the question would be rhetorical. Of course he would, right? He wasn’t some psycho like Silco that fucking hated his world and (Tezcatlipoca assumed) had no one they wanted to save. He had to assume it was a hard choice for mortals, sure, but he still would have guessed he would have picked one. ]
Ah, shit…
[ …Where does that leave him, then? Actually desiring things, caring about them, that doesn’t go well for him. He’d thought that the offer was fine in the sense of that kind of cosmic balance, because surely it wasn’t out of the ordinary enough for the proverbial scales to balance.
He sets the gun on the tiny table and dumps the bullets next to it. At least with one strap undone, the whole harness can be shrugged off more like a jacket, since it’s just getting it loose enough across the shoulders that’s most helpful. The rest he can manage himself, such as the lace-up boots they both seem to favor. He tosses the harness over the chair too, then goes to take a seat on the bed where it’s easy to lean over and undo them. He nods lazily for Matt to join him, if he wants. ]
Figured everyone did. [ It’s mumbled, and that’s not wholly because of the intoxication (just mostly). ] You thinkin’ about it still, or…?