[ he says it quietly, dropping down into a squat after a moment, weight balanced on his haunches as he works on the lock. probably not the most reassuring thing to say in the face of what is very clearly a joke, but he's never been very socially graceful, and it's the first thing that comes to mind.
anyway, it seems to dawn on him belatedly that that's kind of a daunting thing to say in a place like this, even though crows with good memory are hardly their biggest issue. jeff clears his throat, glancing away from his work for a second to look at david before focusing on his hands again. ]
In... the real world. Don't know about here. Probably not.
[ with a shrug and a slow twist of his wrist, he gets one of the cuffs popped open, freeing one of david's wrists, and david from the bar by extension. jeff makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat, a mix of satisfaction and relief, and reaches up blindly for the red bandana he left on the bar top, dragging it down to offer to david.
he'll help him up in a second, but jeff figures he needs a minute to just - decompress. who knows how long david's been confined to a single square foot of space for. ]
... For your nose.
[ blood's probably dry by now, but even jeff knows that dried blood can get really uncomfortable really fast. ]
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[ he says it quietly, dropping down into a squat after a moment, weight balanced on his haunches as he works on the lock. probably not the most reassuring thing to say in the face of what is very clearly a joke, but he's never been very socially graceful, and it's the first thing that comes to mind.
anyway, it seems to dawn on him belatedly that that's kind of a daunting thing to say in a place like this, even though crows with good memory are hardly their biggest issue. jeff clears his throat, glancing away from his work for a second to look at david before focusing on his hands again. ]
In... the real world. Don't know about here. Probably not.
[ with a shrug and a slow twist of his wrist, he gets one of the cuffs popped open, freeing one of david's wrists, and david from the bar by extension. jeff makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat, a mix of satisfaction and relief, and reaches up blindly for the red bandana he left on the bar top, dragging it down to offer to david.
he'll help him up in a second, but jeff figures he needs a minute to just - decompress. who knows how long david's been confined to a single square foot of space for. ]
... For your nose.
[ blood's probably dry by now, but even jeff knows that dried blood can get really uncomfortable really fast. ]