[ no hard feelings, okay? no hard feelings, Amos, she wasn't gunning for him or anything but sometimes luck of the draw is a bitch, you know how it do be sometimes,
his quip about 'health and safety' earns a less than graceful snort-laugh, and Jinx is swinging her legs leisurely where she's perched on the rooftop's overhang, tapping her cheek thoughtfully. ]
Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
[ the clicking reaches a head, and there is one final and ominous-sounding locking of some kind of mechanism--
and then the little beetle-like gadget detonates into a fizzy pink smokebomb, spilling pink sparks that resemble a sparkler from where it's erupted from the folds of Amos' jacket. which is now definitely +1 big ol' hole, charred, and sizzling. ]
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his quip about 'health and safety' earns a less than graceful snort-laugh, and Jinx is swinging her legs leisurely where she's perched on the rooftop's overhang, tapping her cheek thoughtfully. ]
Hey, don't I know you from somewhere?
[ the clicking reaches a head, and there is one final and ominous-sounding locking of some kind of mechanism--
and then the little beetle-like gadget detonates into a fizzy pink smokebomb, spilling pink sparks that resemble a sparkler from where it's erupted from the folds of Amos' jacket. which is now definitely +1 big ol' hole, charred, and sizzling. ]
Maybe you've got one of those faces...