[Oh dear, what a direly unpleasant noise. Kevin bets the pumpkin gore beneath the table looks just as bad as that explosion sounded, and that the prissy fellow he's caught is going to have a world of trouble getting all that out of his long hair.
Long hair is awful for this sort of thing. Kevin should know.
He could simply slink away to enjoy this brief burst of amusement in private, for what little time it sticks around before he's back to his own gloom. But his handiwork is presently underneath a table, and he would really like to see it, he thinks. A nice little mental image that he can think about instead of remembered massacres. So, depending on how Reyson is oriented beneath the table, he may see a long white ponytail swinging into view, followed by a pretty face with a pleasant expression that doesn't completely disguise how gaunt and worn-out its owner still is.]
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Long hair is awful for this sort of thing. Kevin should know.
He could simply slink away to enjoy this brief burst of amusement in private, for what little time it sticks around before he's back to his own gloom. But his handiwork is presently underneath a table, and he would really like to see it, he thinks. A nice little mental image that he can think about instead of remembered massacres. So, depending on how Reyson is oriented beneath the table, he may see a long white ponytail swinging into view, followed by a pretty face with a pleasant expression that doesn't completely disguise how gaunt and worn-out its owner still is.]
...ohhhh. That's a proper mess.