[ boothill, hatless, is right up in his cell in the security room. he's kicked the bed in half and trashed whatever was on it. his knuckles have been beat up and scratched where they've fruitlessly punched at the walls, the iron sharp and frayed and broken, exposing the shadows and some wires underneath.
he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl.
haru flinches back at a very upset cyborg man glaring him down, but there's nothing he can really do from his cell. after a second of looking around, ]
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he's standing in the middle of the room, facing the broken bits of the bed. his head whips to whoever's walked in on him, his eye still glowing, sharp teeth bared in a scowl.
wheeeee yes he is ]
Let me outta here.
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haru flinches back at a very upset cyborg man glaring him down, but there's nothing he can really do from his cell. after a second of looking around, ]
...Okay.
[ he says, peering around the cell door. ]
I don't think I can, but I can try.
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What, you're gonna bust it open? [ looks at haru like he's stupid... sorry... ] Are you outta your forkin' mind? Get outta here.
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No. I'm not as strong as Bora is.
[ but he's still looking around. thinking about how he can try to use his sponsorship somehow. something. ]
...I know I can't get it open. It wouldn't be fair not to try.