He watched her put her hair in her mouth, and he nodded when she spoke. "It does got a tang to it, don't it?"
He wondered how she killed. If he asked, would she tell him? Show him, as he had showed her? He was not educated, not formally. He wasn't even particularly intelligent. But he had walked the earth for a fair amount of time, and in that time he had learned things. How to make things work. How to take stuff apart and put it back together again. How to make people die.
Ruben's thigh muscles flexed and relaxed, and the cuffs of his pants hitched up when he leaned forward. He wasn't wearing socks, and the scars on his left ankle stood out in sharp relief on the pale flesh.
"Show me?" It was a whisper, although the dead man they hovered over was the only one who could even possibly overhear. "Show me how you do it?"
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on 2014-04-27 09:33 pm (UTC)He wondered how she killed. If he asked, would she tell him? Show him, as he had showed her? He was not educated, not formally. He wasn't even particularly intelligent. But he had walked the earth for a fair amount of time, and in that time he had learned things. How to make things work. How to take stuff apart and put it back together again. How to make people die.
Ruben's thigh muscles flexed and relaxed, and the cuffs of his pants hitched up when he leaned forward. He wasn't wearing socks, and the scars on his left ankle stood out in sharp relief on the pale flesh.
"Show me?" It was a whisper, although the dead man they hovered over was the only one who could even possibly overhear. "Show me how you do it?"