—it's bad, [ Kostos interjects over her, as if to prove his own point about his temperament by interrupting, and by doing so in a very flat tone, but at least he's self-aware? And that might be a sense of humor about himself hiding under his entirely straight-faced expression.
The expression cracks just a little, though, both corners of his mouth twitching as quickly as if it was only an itch, when she repeats the line back to him. The ghost of a joke he is not going to make. Mainly because being alive has worked out pretty well for him so far and he's not ready to try out the other possibilities quite yet. ]
Fair. [ He holds up both hands. It would be easy to light the office on fire, is always his thought—but he doesn't do that, only pulls his sleeves away from his wrist one at a time, pantomime showmanship that's mismatched with his face and his drawled (and possibly inpertinent) command: ] Hold up some fingers behind your back.
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The expression cracks just a little, though, both corners of his mouth twitching as quickly as if it was only an itch, when she repeats the line back to him. The ghost of a joke he is not going to make. Mainly because being alive has worked out pretty well for him so far and he's not ready to try out the other possibilities quite yet. ]
Fair. [ He holds up both hands. It would be easy to light the office on fire, is always his thought—but he doesn't do that, only pulls his sleeves away from his wrist one at a time, pantomime showmanship that's mismatched with his face and his drawled (and possibly inpertinent) command: ] Hold up some fingers behind your back.