( Mustn't be afraid to dream a little bit bigger, Gerald. He can stick temporary roads wherever the hell he needs them, okay, the beautiful thing about paving paradise here is you can unpave it just as fast.
Geralt's exasperation and uncertainty earn him an incorrigible smirk, a mock-flirtatious wink, and a little click of his teeth. )
'Long as you keep callin'. C'mon.
( He descends the stairs, and sets foot in Geralt's torture chamber voluntarily for the first time. He drops the duffle, which hits the ground with a heavy sounding thud — barely audible over the god-awful screams that perpetually fill the space. Takes one long moment to glance around the room like he's formulating a game plan, then nods decisively. )
Alright. Let's tear this mofo down.
( His boombox gets set on the nearest available flat surface. He unzips the duffle, revealing a positively absurd number of tools that probably shouldn't all fit inside it the way they do, but he can Mary Poppins this shit if he wants to, okay. It's the Horizon.
To Geralt, he offers up a sledgehammer. For himself? The mother of all power tools. Time to get rid of everything that's bolted down. Suitably armed for the oncoming war, he tugs his own earmuffs on, shoots Geralt one last you ready? look, and then presses play. )
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Geralt's exasperation and uncertainty earn him an incorrigible smirk, a mock-flirtatious wink, and a little click of his teeth. )
'Long as you keep callin'. C'mon.
( He descends the stairs, and sets foot in Geralt's torture chamber voluntarily for the first time. He drops the duffle, which hits the ground with a heavy sounding thud — barely audible over the god-awful screams that perpetually fill the space. Takes one long moment to glance around the room like he's formulating a game plan, then nods decisively. )
Alright. Let's tear this mofo down.
( His boombox gets set on the nearest available flat surface. He unzips the duffle, revealing a positively absurd number of tools that probably shouldn't all fit inside it the way they do, but he can Mary Poppins this shit if he wants to, okay. It's the Horizon.
To Geralt, he offers up a sledgehammer. For himself? The mother of all power tools. Time to get rid of everything that's bolted down. Suitably armed for the oncoming war, he tugs his own earmuffs on, shoots Geralt one last you ready? look, and then presses play. )