[There's the dull thunk of the carton hitting the floor and he steps back instinctively as milk spills everywhere. Not like it would matter, considering he's soaked to the bone (haha) already, plus he's gotten worse on his slippers.]
pfft, nice.
[Probably a good thing the kitchens and such a working normally instead of running on low-battery mode, or whatever it is. Wasting food would be a lot more important were that the case. She holds a hand out into the air, like a very delayed attempt to catch the already dumped carton, and...]
[For a second he doesn't actually get the significance. He's never actually seen her make this particular motion. She was on the other side of a wall at the time. It's just--her Mirror. Her Mirror had raised her hand like that, as if to grab something.]
[And Max's expression clinches it. She tried to rewind.]
[He takes a step back.]
[Not like it would matter.]
ah.
[He should--he should leave. He could just leave, but she's...she's not actually a threat right now, and it would have just been a little thing, a rewind of a few seconds. Not long enough to catch them in the teleport. Not long enough to kill him. She wouldn't do that.]
[She wouldn't do that, if only because he has no idea what would happen to her if he died mid-teleport while bringing her along, but it couldn't possibly be good. She probably has at least that much self-preservation.]
hey, uh.
[It's fine. It's fine, it's not a big deal. His grin widens a bit and he tries to just laugh it off.]
come on. you know, uh, you know what they say about crying over spilled milk, right? at least it didn't get the sandwiches. anyway, the mansion'll just clean it up eventually.
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[There's the dull thunk of the carton hitting the floor and he steps back instinctively as milk spills everywhere. Not like it would matter, considering he's soaked to the bone (haha) already, plus he's gotten worse on his slippers.]
pfft, nice.
[Probably a good thing the kitchens and such a working normally instead of running on low-battery mode, or whatever it is. Wasting food would be a lot more important were that the case. She holds a hand out into the air, like a very delayed attempt to catch the already dumped carton, and...]
[For a second he doesn't actually get the significance. He's never actually seen her make this particular motion. She was on the other side of a wall at the time. It's just--her Mirror. Her Mirror had raised her hand like that, as if to grab something.]
[And Max's expression clinches it. She tried to rewind.]
[He takes a step back.]
[Not like it would matter.]
ah.
[He should--he should leave. He could just leave, but she's...she's not actually a threat right now, and it would have just been a little thing, a rewind of a few seconds. Not long enough to catch them in the teleport. Not long enough to kill him. She wouldn't do that.]
[She wouldn't do that, if only because he has no idea what would happen to her if he died mid-teleport while bringing her along, but it couldn't possibly be good. She probably has at least that much self-preservation.]
hey, uh.
[It's fine. It's fine, it's not a big deal. His grin widens a bit and he tries to just laugh it off.]
come on. you know, uh, you know what they say about crying over spilled milk, right? at least it didn't get the sandwiches. anyway, the mansion'll just clean it up eventually.