#oh boy ztd antag shenanigans

[visiodei]

{CONT.} 004; ophidia in herba

[ @psychcdelica​ is an independent variable. ]

   — THE OLD MAN CLICKS HIS TONGUE IN RESPONSE, regarding his accomplice with a dispassionate, faraway stare. Mira truly is an inscrutable woman; she possesses all the ferocity and brutal cruelty of an apex predator in the wild, yet there’s a certain innocence with which she carries out her misdeeds, a sense of seeking, of almost childish curiosity, that sets her apart from the typical profile of a night-prowling, disemboweling serial killer. To say he dislikes her wouldn’t quite be accurate, but it is rather hard for Delta to feel at ease in her presence. Then again, when is Delta ever at ease?

   “Not quite.” He shifts his weight onto the edge of a nearby table and turns to face her, a hum leaking forth from his lungs. The corners of his mouth curve slightly downwards, perhaps with thought, perhaps with disapproval. “I’m merely taking this opportunity to stretch out my legs. She may not be here to tell me, but I can say with certainty that my physical therapist would be... rather opposed to the idea of me sitting down for days on end.”