[ not that he doesn't know how (in... theory), but willing to? nah. beneath the heavy pane of his messy bangs, Albel's eyebrows twitch up as Laurent goes for the pillows. there's something weirdly satisfying about watching him tear it to shreds, like it might be something fun to do. if he were less rattled and more cantankerous, maybe he'd join in. stick his sword in the couch and rend it in half, just for laughs.
that, combined with his comment, actually does pull a dry chuckle out of him. the twist of amusement at the corner of his mouth is just visible, the lift of his chin along with it as good an indicator as any that he's chosen to take that as some kind of weird compliment. like he's proud of it, although for all intents and purposes, he sort of isn't. i mean, if he's going to attack someone in the street for no real reason, he'd have at least liked to be in his right mind when he was doing it. being that out of control... doesn't sit well with him. ]
Hasn't failed me yet. Give me that.
[ the knife, which he gestures for with his flesh hand and then puts his left, the gauntlet, out to receive. just in case he's thinking of getting back at him, y'know. why you'd be crazy enough to hand someone like him a knife is anyone's guess, but Albel makes the choice a little less unpalatable when he reaches for one of the throw pillows on the couch. not, actually, for laughs, or to vent, but because he has a purpose for it. and sure, he could just tear it with those talons he's got there, but where's the fun in that? why not be bossy, just to see if he can get away with it? ]
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[ not that he doesn't know how (in... theory), but willing to? nah. beneath the heavy pane of his messy bangs, Albel's eyebrows twitch up as Laurent goes for the pillows. there's something weirdly satisfying about watching him tear it to shreds, like it might be something fun to do. if he were less rattled and more cantankerous, maybe he'd join in. stick his sword in the couch and rend it in half, just for laughs.
that, combined with his comment, actually does pull a dry chuckle out of him. the twist of amusement at the corner of his mouth is just visible, the lift of his chin along with it as good an indicator as any that he's chosen to take that as some kind of weird compliment. like he's proud of it, although for all intents and purposes, he sort of isn't. i mean, if he's going to attack someone in the street for no real reason, he'd have at least liked to be in his right mind when he was doing it. being that out of control... doesn't sit well with him. ]
Hasn't failed me yet. Give me that.
[ the knife, which he gestures for with his flesh hand and then puts his left, the gauntlet, out to receive. just in case he's thinking of getting back at him, y'know. why you'd be crazy enough to hand someone like him a knife is anyone's guess, but Albel makes the choice a little less unpalatable when he reaches for one of the throw pillows on the couch. not, actually, for laughs, or to vent, but because he has a purpose for it. and sure, he could just tear it with those talons he's got there, but where's the fun in that? why not be bossy, just to see if he can get away with it? ]