Re: log: briar/jason
"Great eyesight." It sounded like he was winking behind the mask. "I ate my carrots when I was a kid, I can spot a twinkle from a mile off."
He stood. His balance on the roof indicated long practice on his feet at strange angles. Rooftops were a second home - even isolated ones in teeny tiny towns. He was in a strangely good mood, light and cheerful despite the nature of the visit. He wasn't going to jump down and beat her up, it seemed. Not today, anyway.
"I'm actually just getting back in the swing of things," he confided. "You were my first stop. I've got priorities." He cracked his knuckles, pressing his thumb across his other fingers. "I like that you're considering the offer. You're smart enough to build bombs - I figured you'd know how to defuse a situation like this one." Was he grinning, now? Yes, definitely, it was in his voice. He was very fond of his cheesy pun. Cheerful!
"If I do hear you sold something that explodes to somebody, I'm going to make you responsible for every death you cause. You and I, we'll count them between us. I bet you'll quit before I do." He tapped the knife at his waist, then mounted the roof again, moving across to the other side and out of sight. "Enjoy your smoke."
A few moments later, a motorcycle roared to life, beyond the edge of the trees.