[His head turns with the force of the pull, and the visor goes skittering across the floor, stopping with a soft "thunk" at Mia's night stand. He sucks in a deep breath, actually unnerved by Mia losing her patience with him. It happened, but it was such a rare thing, and her righteous fury was seldom seen outside of court.
There was normally a desk in the way, at least.
He can hear the visor clicking off in the distance with a soft hiss of steam. It was a temperamental thing, and Godot had figured out how to fix it by this point without actually seeing the damn thing. It was a necessity. Granted, it had never been physically thrown from his face more than once, and certainly not twice in the span of a month. He was able to get it working with bloody, frozen fingers last time, though, he should definitely be able to do it here.
Godot turns his head to at least give Mia a semblance of conversation, turning his milky white eyes towards where he thought she was. He was off by a good foot, at least. He quirks an eyebrow, unusually dark in contrast with his hair and eyes, and grins.]
I don't quite have the confetti to celebrate your accurate deductions, kitten.
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There was normally a desk in the way, at least.
He can hear the visor clicking off in the distance with a soft hiss of steam. It was a temperamental thing, and Godot had figured out how to fix it by this point without actually seeing the damn thing. It was a necessity. Granted, it had never been physically thrown from his face more than once, and certainly not twice in the span of a month. He was able to get it working with bloody, frozen fingers last time, though, he should definitely be able to do it here.
Godot turns his head to at least give Mia a semblance of conversation, turning his milky white eyes towards where he thought she was. He was off by a good foot, at least. He quirks an eyebrow, unusually dark in contrast with his hair and eyes, and grins.]
I don't quite have the confetti to celebrate your accurate deductions, kitten.