[ there are more complicated emotions wrapped up in all of that. how ridiculous it would be to go out to dinner when they are being shuttled between worlds. how he's been trying to get them home and how he shouldn't be thinking about dinner or acting like any of this is normal at all.
he knows he probably owes her a nice dinner. and he definitely owes her an apology. but he is going to make good on his promise to get them home, first, and worry about the rest of it after. so when she settles, looks obviously annoyed, he merely slips the tools out of their pouch and steps forward to get to work without the least amount of urgency to his movement. the tools are carved out a bit differently, made a bit differently, than the ones he was used to. but they fit in all the same, and he went to work.
if everything went well, this door would be unlocked in a manner of seconds - ten, maybe fifteen. he would get to see what is inside and then they would move onto the next.
except things never go well for kaz brekker, do they? because that would be too easy.
so he gets the picks in place, starts to apply just the right amount of pressure, waits for the sound of -
crack.
not. that one. he pauses, obviously thrown off by the sound, looking down at where the tools were sticking just out of the lock . confused, more than anything. what...did he...? but when he shifted, a piece of the pick fell out in his hands, obviously cracked through. broken.
kaz stood there staring at it for a few more moments, partially in shock. ]
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[ there are more complicated emotions wrapped up in all of that. how ridiculous it would be to go out to dinner when they are being shuttled between worlds. how he's been trying to get them home and how he shouldn't be thinking about dinner or acting like any of this is normal at all.
he knows he probably owes her a nice dinner. and he definitely owes her an apology. but he is going to make good on his promise to get them home, first, and worry about the rest of it after. so when she settles, looks obviously annoyed, he merely slips the tools out of their pouch and steps forward to get to work without the least amount of urgency to his movement. the tools are carved out a bit differently, made a bit differently, than the ones he was used to. but they fit in all the same, and he went to work.
if everything went well, this door would be unlocked in a manner of seconds - ten, maybe fifteen. he would get to see what is inside and then they would move onto the next.
except things never go well for kaz brekker, do they? because that would be too easy.
so he gets the picks in place, starts to apply just the right amount of pressure, waits for the sound of -
crack.
not. that one. he pauses, obviously thrown off by the sound, looking down at where the tools were sticking just out of the lock . confused, more than anything. what...did he...? but when he shifted, a piece of the pick fell out in his hands, obviously cracked through. broken.
kaz stood there staring at it for a few more moments, partially in shock. ]