[okay, so he can help; metal bat visibly straightens and waits for her addendum.
oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort and surety that comes from the monster and it's throwing him. he doesn't want to trust the feeling or put much weight on it, lest it shatter like the ice beneath his feet and let him drown (as if that would ever happen, comes a scathing thought, a fierce pride that bubbles up like a gag reflex). this ideation is dangerous, probably, not something zenko would be thrilled to hear him think. when he returns home to her with bedtime stories, how bitter will his outlook on it be?
just that is enough for him to bully the negativity away. without a change in expression or demeanour, badd simply nods through her joke and addresses her instructions directly.]
I can get 'em out, count on it.
[the mace is hefted and, with a surprising amount of control coming from this thick-headed machine of violence, brought down on the ice in a firm tap to the bottom of a toy boat's hull. sure enough, a chip of the forgiving surface dislodges, popping the boat out with a clatter and a skid. never did metal bat think that he'd be given more c-class duties to preform in his career as a hero, but it's kind of relaxing doing something monotonous for once. not too troublesome, like the disaster level demons he faces weekly.
badd stoops to pluck the toy off of the ice, dusting it free of excess, before dependably presenting it to toriel with a studious look. time to see what she'll do with the thing—and he can only hope she meant it when she declared the toys orphanage-bound.]
One of us should stay here in case the bastards whodunnit come back. Ya wanna go grab the water afterward, in case they try to get tough with us?
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oddly enough, there's a sense of comfort and surety that comes from the monster and it's throwing him. he doesn't want to trust the feeling or put much weight on it, lest it shatter like the ice beneath his feet and let him drown (as if that would ever happen, comes a scathing thought, a fierce pride that bubbles up like a gag reflex). this ideation is dangerous, probably, not something zenko would be thrilled to hear him think. when he returns home to her with bedtime stories, how bitter will his outlook on it be?
just that is enough for him to bully the negativity away. without a change in expression or demeanour, badd simply nods through her joke and addresses her instructions directly.]
I can get 'em out, count on it.
[the mace is hefted and, with a surprising amount of control coming from this thick-headed machine of violence, brought down on the ice in a firm tap to the bottom of a toy boat's hull. sure enough, a chip of the forgiving surface dislodges, popping the boat out with a clatter and a skid. never did metal bat think that he'd be given more c-class duties to preform in his career as a hero, but it's kind of relaxing doing something monotonous for once. not too troublesome, like the disaster level demons he faces weekly.
badd stoops to pluck the toy off of the ice, dusting it free of excess, before dependably presenting it to toriel with a studious look. time to see what she'll do with the thing—and he can only hope she meant it when she declared the toys orphanage-bound.]
One of us should stay here in case the bastards whodunnit come back. Ya wanna go grab the water afterward, in case they try to get tough with us?