It's an oven Becket, what the hell d'you think I did.
[ it sounds exasperated even from inside the door. it's a tone that speaks to some dwindled modicum of patience that has always been in short supply. when he finally pokes his head back out, there's a line of grease that runs from his temple to his cheekbone, and pulls part of one eyebrow in the wrong direction. ]
You gonna gimmie a proper hand or just stand there supervisin'.
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[ it sounds exasperated even from inside the door. it's a tone that speaks to some dwindled modicum of patience that has always been in short supply. when he finally pokes his head back out, there's a line of grease that runs from his temple to his cheekbone, and pulls part of one eyebrow in the wrong direction. ]
You gonna gimmie a proper hand or just stand there supervisin'.