[ Reynir makes a face at that, nose wrinkling at just the reminder of troll nests and the thought of egg pods, and he can still hear the shrieking of those giant grub things ringing in his hears, and he can smell that stuff they'd spat still, and it's a pretty awful thing to linger.
When Emil starts looking for a way out, Reynir picks up on what he's doing quickly and starts to do the same. He wishes it weren't so dark, that he at least had a flashlight or something...
Emil's question catches him off guard, in that way that it takes a moment or so for the meaning of the words to sink in. Once they do, though, he gives his answer with the ease and distraction that says he didn't even need to think about it. ]
What? ...Oh, well, yeah, duh.
[ Obviously he thinks Emil is a badass! Emil is a badass and Reynir's not blind and he's not an idiot, so clearly, he is aware of that. Why is that even a question?
Squinting at a patch of darkness that seems a little less dark, Reynir nudges Emil with his elbow gently and points: ]
no subject
When Emil starts looking for a way out, Reynir picks up on what he's doing quickly and starts to do the same. He wishes it weren't so dark, that he at least had a flashlight or something...
Emil's question catches him off guard, in that way that it takes a moment or so for the meaning of the words to sink in. Once they do, though, he gives his answer with the ease and distraction that says he didn't even need to think about it. ]
What? ...Oh, well, yeah, duh.
[ Obviously he thinks Emil is a badass! Emil is a badass and Reynir's not blind and he's not an idiot, so clearly, he is aware of that. Why is that even a question?
Squinting at a patch of darkness that seems a little less dark, Reynir nudges Emil with his elbow gently and points: ]
Maybe over there?