He closes his eyes, reopening them to a blackness that covers his irises and even his sclera. As he looks up at the wide stretching branches of the tree above them, their shadows below start to shift, curling up and off the ground into apparently living things that pick up his book, his mp3 player, showing off all their dexterity and strength. Then he curls one slowly up the bottom of Petre's leg, deliberately predatory, because if he hasn't warned the boy off with his attitude then this will scare the crap out of him and he'll finally be done with this interrogation.
no subject
He closes his eyes, reopening them to a blackness that covers his irises and even his sclera. As he looks up at the wide stretching branches of the tree above them, their shadows below start to shift, curling up and off the ground into apparently living things that pick up his book, his mp3 player, showing off all their dexterity and strength. Then he curls one slowly up the bottom of Petre's leg, deliberately predatory, because if he hasn't warned the boy off with his attitude then this will scare the crap out of him and he'll finally be done with this interrogation.
It's best, really, when people leave him alone.]