Date: 2017-09-28 10:40 pm (UTC)
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Wet cat is probably the exact way to describe him, given that he's seconds away from spitting and hissing angrily for no reason other than a shock he hadn't expected. And why not? It wouldn't be out of the ordinary, would it? Still, staring at that red smear and inhaling sweet perfume makes him cranky in ways he understands, but has no desire to talk about. "No," he finally grumbles, recalcitrant though he's not really sorry.

Sorry implies that he's going to learn and change and grow from his behaviour. Truthfully, he's only sorry that it's managed to make things tense between them. He reaches into the bag that Faraday had brought with him, eager to investigate the findings and move onto something else.

Not that he thinks he'll be able to shake the displeasure so quickly, but at least he can start to let it simmer and die. "What did you bring me? Was it everything I wanted?" he asks, the hope clear in his eyes, given that he'd been somewhat wary of Faraday actually managing to find all the things on the list in the size of that town.

Pinche perfume, that smell, why does it keep lingering in his nostrils? He inhales and exhales sharply, like he can push it out somehow if he tries hard enough.
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