he takes out his fishing rod, pulls his stasis.⠀ he trusts spoke will be dealt with.
and if not, it shouldn't be easy for someone to finish him off in that state.
or, maybe.⠀ for spoke to finish himself off.⠀ wouldn't that be funny?
⠀ it's amusing how much spoke tries to argue otherwise.⠀ i̵t̵ ̵r̵e̵m̵i̵n̵d̵s̵ ̵h̵i̵m̵ ̵o̵f̵ ̵h̵i̵m̵s̵e̵l̵f̵
he doesn't know if he quite enjoys it, though.
it reminds him spoke isn't all that different from..
he's not dead, he can't be.⠀mapicc's alive, and they're going to have a great time after this.
and they'll laugh about it.
and then they'll form a plan.⠀and maybe if he keeps believing, then he can truly convince himself mapicc is alive.
he's entertained this enough, the trap is set, spoke is right above it.
placing down a button, pressing it.⠀ he watches as the ground beneath spoke retracts.
watches the obsidian get placed.⠀ his spies will deal with what remains.
“⠀ Or—⠀ sorry.⠀ He had—⠀ he had good taste. ❜⠀ because of Course he needs to specify that!
“⠀ But, uh.⠀ So yeah, I think.⠀ I think I'll keep my hands on this, then.⠀ I appreciate it.⠀ But uh, yeah.⠀ Sorry about that I guess? ❜
⠀ leo isn't satisfied, because of course he isn't.⠀ because of Course he needs to add salt to wound.
it's what people like spoke deserve.
constantly taking, never giving back, never needing to deal with their consequences.
he thinks the consequences of the wormhole would hurt a lot less than this, honestly.
better than facing the fact his friend would be dead.⠀ gone.
no second chances.
leo better hurry the hell up and answer him.
he shows off the shield, proud.⠀ proud of something he Didn't do.⠀ “⠀ And uh, I got a little token.⠀ I like this actually a lot, the design on it is pretty—⠀ pretty clean.⠀ he has good taste. ❜
pausing, grimacing, awkward.