[ The explosion doesn’t make him scream: it makes him take this nonsense much more seriously, screw this nonsense. Seeing the sakura pink petals doesn’t make him less guarded. Tim’s fought plants and plant-powers a few too many times to delay shaking the petals off his face and his hair. ]
Get them off your face before you breathe something in.
[ If Boimler hasn’t started by the time Tim’s clean from the shoulders up, he’ll start dusting him off after snapping on a pair of rubber gloves from his belt, which he carries out of habit (he doesn’t trust the elves with hot glue). ]
You don’t know what they do, and we don’t need to be in more trouble.
[ They’re restrained; it’s probably magical in origin. It’s not great. Tim withdraws a knife from another compartment. ]
Trying the low tech option.
[ He folds the string around the knife and attempts to slice through it while holing the string steady in his other hand. The string cuts into his gloves like dental floss, and smooth jazz starts to play. ]
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Get them off your face before you breathe something in.
[ If Boimler hasn’t started by the time Tim’s clean from the shoulders up, he’ll start dusting him off after snapping on a pair of rubber gloves from his belt, which he carries out of habit (he doesn’t trust the elves with hot glue). ]
You don’t know what they do, and we don’t need to be in more trouble.
[ They’re restrained; it’s probably magical in origin. It’s not great. Tim withdraws a knife from another compartment. ]
Trying the low tech option.
[ He folds the string around the knife and attempts to slice through it while holing the string steady in his other hand. The string cuts into his gloves like dental floss, and smooth jazz starts to play. ]