Edward means to control his expressions as he has learned how to do, but he can't hide the way his frown deepens, something stricken in the warm browns of his eyes. They've always betrayed his emotions even when the rest of him seeks to stay calm and ready, and they swim with a certain surprise. (Sir, how dare you call him out with very reasonable questions?? Force him to think past one step at a time???)
"I— of course not—!" He fumbles with the words, with the idea of it. Hanging a man on his own.... the thought clearly disturbs him, turns his stomach. Uncomfortable, forced to think about it those steps further by this man who thinks in steps ahead... The questions are valid ones, is the real horror of it. (That smirk Hickey wears as he makes that claim is another; something unpleasant ripples under his skin.)
"Unlike you, Mr. Hickey, I'm not so eager to take the life of a man," Little scowls. "You can be contained in one of these spare buildings until I sort out what to do with you, and you can either come willingly or by force. I'll not leave you wandering around to do God knows what to the first live person you may encounter."
He pauses, once again about to tell the man to drop that knife, but it's clear he won't, so......
"Put that blade in your pocket and keep your hands lifted. You will walk in front of me, to that building there." Little tips his head in the direction of a relatively small house just up ahead, its door wide open and not a single source of light illuminating from within its dark, frosted-over windows, clearly abandoned.
( ooc — fjf;f Nedward please.... He's trying so hard...... All this said, feel free to have Hickey make a quick escape if you'd want him to (he absolutely will not shoot at him LOL), or Little could actually get him inside and think he's got Hickey secured, only to find out he escaped later or something.... HOWEVER YOU WANT TO PLAY IT I'M COOL! )
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"I— of course not—!" He fumbles with the words, with the idea of it. Hanging a man on his own.... the thought clearly disturbs him, turns his stomach. Uncomfortable, forced to think about it those steps further by this man who thinks in steps ahead... The questions are valid ones, is the real horror of it. (That smirk Hickey wears as he makes that claim is another; something unpleasant ripples under his skin.)
"Unlike you, Mr. Hickey, I'm not so eager to take the life of a man," Little scowls. "You can be contained in one of these spare buildings until I sort out what to do with you, and you can either come willingly or by force. I'll not leave you wandering around to do God knows what to the first live person you may encounter."
He pauses, once again about to tell the man to drop that knife, but it's clear he won't, so......
"Put that blade in your pocket and keep your hands lifted. You will walk in front of me, to that building there." Little tips his head in the direction of a relatively small house just up ahead, its door wide open and not a single source of light illuminating from within its dark, frosted-over windows, clearly abandoned.
( ooc — fjf;f Nedward please.... He's trying so hard...... All this said, feel free to have Hickey make a quick escape if you'd want him to (he absolutely will not shoot at him LOL), or Little could actually get him inside and think he's got Hickey secured, only to find out he escaped later or something.... HOWEVER YOU WANT TO PLAY IT I'M COOL! )