Stein shook his head. He'd already fished a lighter out of his own pocket, and he lit up with the soft sigh of a confirmed nicotine addict.
"It helps me think," he said softly, tapping the bolt with a fingertip and smiling once more. "Now then..."
He eyed the shotgun, then moved to the creature's head, his fingers dancing clinically over the head, opening the jaw to examine the tongue and razor-sharp teeth. "Don't sell yourself short, Will," he said. "You're proud as the father of an honour student. What do you mean by raw materials?"
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Date: 2009-05-18 06:09 pm (UTC)"It helps me think," he said softly, tapping the bolt with a fingertip and smiling once more. "Now then..."
He eyed the shotgun, then moved to the creature's head, his fingers dancing clinically over the head, opening the jaw to examine the tongue and razor-sharp teeth. "Don't sell yourself short, Will," he said. "You're proud as the father of an honour student. What do you mean by raw materials?"