[ Well, that's a voice Rideaux hadn't expected to hear again any time soon, and it certainly isn't one he missed. He sighs before turning around to look -- and there they are, the precious little Key whose existence in the prime dimension had helped to seal his own fate, accompanied by Julius's spoiled and overfed cat. He'd find the sight of them in this situation humorous if he could get past the aggravation of seeing them at all.
Contrary to popular belief, however, he's not a complete monster -- and it wouldn't be much fun to take a picture of the cat getting dropped into a garbage chute without Julius around to text it to -- so with some reluctance, he takes his knives from their pocket inside his jacket and aims for the drones' power sources.
He does get a little satisfaction out of watching the two of them hit the ground, at least -- or the trash bags, as it were. ]
The two are hardly mutually exclusive, you know.
[ He's aware that he's inviting having those same words thrown back at him by saying that, but whatever, it's nothing he hadn't already heard plenty of times at her age. ]
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Contrary to popular belief, however, he's not a complete monster -- and it wouldn't be much fun to take a picture of the cat getting dropped into a garbage chute without Julius around to text it to -- so with some reluctance, he takes his knives from their pocket inside his jacket and aims for the drones' power sources.
He does get a little satisfaction out of watching the two of them hit the ground, at least -- or the trash bags, as it were. ]
The two are hardly mutually exclusive, you know.
[ He's aware that he's inviting having those same words thrown back at him by saying that, but whatever, it's nothing he hadn't already heard plenty of times at her age. ]