[ He'd meant it as an — admittedly failed — attempt at a joke, but there was an undeniable note of seriousness to it. One that, judging by the look Ian leveled his way just now, he'd caught onto immediately, and clearly didn't like the idea of.
But out of the two of them, Ian's the more vulnerable party here, and Mace is planning to revisit this topic later on to let him know Mace can take some bodily harm and it won't be a big deal. Grievous bodily harm, if it comes down to it, because he's done inflicting anything on Ian and he despises the fact that he has such an intimate knowledge of doing so.
Once was more than enough. Twice was a nightmare.
Blue light shimmers in Ian's outstretched palm, but Mace's gaze is back to watching the rest of his body language, taking note of where there's tenseness and how he's holding himself.
Shifts closer until he's using his upper body to shield the movement of Ian writing on the newly emerged paper from any prying eyes.]
Or I could eat it.
[ Which reminds him, he has to get something inside Ian's stomach other than pain after this. But they'll cross that stovetop when they come to it, so he lightly plucks the pen out of Ian's hand to write, ]
MORSE CODE? CAN USE ACRONYMS FOR KEY PHRASES, SHORTEN THEM DOWN TO PASSWORDS. LIKE THAT JIMMY BUFF GUY = J.B. OR STROKE EACH OTHER, THAT WORKED PRETTY GOOD.
[ His penmanship isn't as meticulous as Ian's, the letters slanted and broad and careless, and the contrast is a little funny to look at. There's also an innuendo there, but the compliment is meant sincerely; Ian's quick thinking in the heat of such a horrendous moment was nothing short of impressive. ]
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But out of the two of them, Ian's the more vulnerable party here, and Mace is planning to revisit this topic later on to let him know Mace can take some bodily harm and it won't be a big deal. Grievous bodily harm, if it comes down to it, because he's done inflicting anything on Ian and he despises the fact that he has such an intimate knowledge of doing so.
Once was more than enough. Twice was a nightmare.
Blue light shimmers in Ian's outstretched palm, but Mace's gaze is back to watching the rest of his body language, taking note of where there's tenseness and how he's holding himself.
Shifts closer until he's using his upper body to shield the movement of Ian writing on the newly emerged paper from any prying eyes.]
Or I could eat it.
[ Which reminds him, he has to get something inside Ian's stomach other than pain after this. But they'll cross that stovetop when they come to it, so he lightly plucks the pen out of Ian's hand to write, ]
MORSE CODE? CAN USE ACRONYMS FOR KEY PHRASES, SHORTEN THEM DOWN TO PASSWORDS.
LIKE THAT JIMMY BUFF GUY = J.B.
OR STROKE EACH OTHER, THAT WORKED PRETTY GOOD.
[ His penmanship isn't as meticulous as Ian's, the letters slanted and broad and careless, and the contrast is a little funny to look at. There's also an innuendo there, but the compliment is meant sincerely; Ian's quick thinking in the heat of such a horrendous moment was nothing short of impressive. ]