what is he supposed to do with this? he tilts his head for a second with a scowl, eyes flicking for some kind of opening or break. but nope, it's the same damn obstruction as per usual. he's not supposed to move these, is he? he wrinkles his nose, not really keen on that idea. physical labor and all. he can do it, but he doesn't like it!
dito knocks on the glass with a light, soundless rap — almost as if he's testing the hardness, but it's kind of hard to gauge when there's virtually no sound. but it feels hard against his knuckles.
almost thoughtlessly, he reaches at hilt of the dagger he keeps sheathed on the opposite side of his waist from his spear. he's just going to pull that out, tossing it in his hand ever so slightly to bring it into a backhand grip just so he can put a heavier amount of force into thrusting it dead center into the glass in front of him. he doubts it will do more than scratch it, but it's better to be thorough about shit like this. because if he can force his way in, that's way easier... to him, anyway.
if that presumably accomplishes nothing, but he'll notice if any of the nearby embellished clock numbers even marginally shake with looseness from his admittedly not very thoughtful assault on the glass.
...ah.
don't mind him if he brings his dagger toward the nearest number and digs the flat end of his blade a bit beneath it, seeing if he can wedge it off. which seems doable almost immediately, although he's not sure what he's supposed to do with this. so he turns his head over his shoulder and considers really hard about pulling that pda out. but he doesn't want to, and he sees bonnie, so he'll just tap at the loosened number his dagger is presently wedged beneath. ]
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what is he supposed to do with this? he tilts his head for a second with a scowl, eyes flicking for some kind of opening or break. but nope, it's the same damn obstruction as per usual. he's not supposed to move these, is he? he wrinkles his nose, not really keen on that idea. physical labor and all. he can do it, but he doesn't like it!
dito knocks on the glass with a light, soundless rap — almost as if he's testing the hardness, but it's kind of hard to gauge when there's virtually no sound. but it feels hard against his knuckles.
almost thoughtlessly, he reaches at hilt of the dagger he keeps sheathed on the opposite side of his waist from his spear. he's just going to pull that out, tossing it in his hand ever so slightly to bring it into a backhand grip just so he can put a heavier amount of force into thrusting it dead center into the glass in front of him. he doubts it will do more than scratch it, but it's better to be thorough about shit like this. because if he can force his way in, that's way easier... to him, anyway.
if that presumably accomplishes nothing, but he'll notice if any of the nearby embellished clock numbers even marginally shake with looseness from his admittedly not very thoughtful assault on the glass.
...ah.
don't mind him if he brings his dagger toward the nearest number and digs the flat end of his blade a bit beneath it, seeing if he can wedge it off. which seems doable almost immediately, although he's not sure what he's supposed to do with this. so he turns his head over his shoulder and considers really hard about pulling that pda out. but he doesn't want to, and he sees bonnie, so he'll just tap at the loosened number his dagger is presently wedged beneath. ]