[And you are never going to find a more sarcastic representation of a request than the deliberate hand-clasped, wide-eyed one Liz is serving right now.]
He can't help it. He bursts out laughing. (Which incidentally probably looks pretty scary -- but at least it sounds normal. Small miracles.) Shaking his head, he just holds out the chocolate to her without a word.]
[Maybe a couple of years ago, it would have been terrifying seeing Hellboy laughing - but Liz is not like most people (no matter how much she'd like to be 'most people'), it is not two years ago, and it looks totally normal. She doesn't even flinch, just keeps up the stupid clasped-hand thing for a second longer and then, finding Hellboy's laughter contagious, joins in as she grabs the chocolate from him and rips into the rest of the packaging before stuffing some of it into her mouth.]
This is... [That barely came out as words - her mouth is pretty full. She swallows, and:] OK, this is pretty good. Good going.
[You have met her approval, Hellboy. A second later, belatedly, she holds the container out, grinning.] You want some?
[Hellboy's laughter dies down but he returns the grin (in his own way) and holds up his stone hand.] I need to watch my figure, you know. You go ahead.
You sure? [She barely waits for an answer to that before digging in, and it already feels like a while since she ate something actually good. The food in the canteen isn't exactly getting any Michelin stars.
It's a couple of moments before she says anything else.]
[He almost says something obnoxious like well, now that you mention it, but watching her wolf down candy is more enjoyable than teasing her. At the moment.
But, oh, rabbits... Hellboy glances to the side, his expression shifting to something a bit on the troubled side. It isn't that the rabbits are particularly dangerous -- and in fact they are emphatically the opposite; they just sit there -- but they're weird. And they must be a bigger part of something, which does not bode particularly well.]
Right... I did say that. I don't want you going out there alone, but I can show you if you want.
[She misses the shifty look - she's looking at the chocolate, okay? - and she probably wouldn't have approved of it anyway.
Much like she doesn't approve of Hellboy's next words, either. She rolls her eyes at him, but nods nonetheless. Maybe another kid would have said 'sure thing, mom' or similar, and the words occur to her, but... she is really not going there, and as a result there's a split-second's pause she hurries to fill in.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna sneak off on my own and look at rabbits, I promise. Come on, let's go.
[Someone doesn't quite get the problem here. Either way, she's already walking, so best keep up, HB.]
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Date: 2013-11-26 06:19 am (UTC)I wouldn't say begging.
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Date: 2013-12-03 09:07 pm (UTC)[And you are never going to find a more sarcastic representation of a request than the deliberate hand-clasped, wide-eyed one Liz is serving right now.]
Pleeeaase?
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Date: 2013-12-08 04:19 am (UTC)He can't help it. He bursts out laughing. (Which incidentally probably looks pretty scary -- but at least it sounds normal. Small miracles.) Shaking his head, he just holds out the chocolate to her without a word.]
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Date: 2013-12-08 07:09 pm (UTC)This is... [That barely came out as words - her mouth is pretty full. She swallows, and:] OK, this is pretty good. Good going.
[You have met her approval, Hellboy. A second later, belatedly, she holds the container out, grinning.] You want some?
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Date: 2013-12-15 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-17 06:54 pm (UTC)It's a couple of moments before she says anything else.]
So you said there were giant rabbits in town?
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Date: 2013-12-22 03:40 am (UTC)But, oh, rabbits... Hellboy glances to the side, his expression shifting to something a bit on the troubled side. It isn't that the rabbits are particularly dangerous -- and in fact they are emphatically the opposite; they just sit there -- but they're weird. And they must be a bigger part of something, which does not bode particularly well.]
Right... I did say that. I don't want you going out there alone, but I can show you if you want.
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Date: 2013-12-23 03:34 pm (UTC)Much like she doesn't approve of Hellboy's next words, either. She rolls her eyes at him, but nods nonetheless. Maybe another kid would have said 'sure thing, mom' or similar, and the words occur to her, but... she is really not going there, and as a result there's a split-second's pause she hurries to fill in.]
Yeah, yeah, I'm not gonna sneak off on my own and look at rabbits, I promise. Come on, let's go.
[Someone doesn't quite get the problem here. Either way, she's already walking, so best keep up, HB.]