[ from the second floor, on the catwalk above the bar, jeff leans his hands on the handrail and peers over and down to find david... exactly where he said he'd be: handcuffed to the bar. not that jeff was expecting anything different, but who knows - he wouldn't exactly put it past david to try and rip himself out off the cuffs or off the bar once he'd decided he'd really had enough.
jeff raises his eyebrows, fingers flexing against the handrail. he's not sure if david knows he's here, so he shifts his boot against the splintering wood to make a little bit of noise first so he doesn't startle him. ]
What do they need to learn, exactly?
[ the birds, he means. jeff pushes away from the handrail and moves to start down the steps, his footsteps quick but heavy as he descends. already, one of his hands moves for something red, tucked away in his jacket pocket. ]
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jeff raises his eyebrows, fingers flexing against the handrail. he's not sure if david knows he's here, so he shifts his boot against the splintering wood to make a little bit of noise first so he doesn't startle him. ]
What do they need to learn, exactly?
[ the birds, he means. jeff pushes away from the handrail and moves to start down the steps, his footsteps quick but heavy as he descends. already, one of his hands moves for something red, tucked away in his jacket pocket. ]