[ That first string of words might as well be German to Mace and he carefully draws a circle around them, followed by a big question mark off to the side. With little lines coming out of it, to emphasize how lost he is, and a pointed eyebrow raise.
But. The rest of it is very much a touche — he knows without a doubt that his brain wouldn't have been registering any morse code during that moment, and even if it had, he would've probably sneered it off and just squeezed down even ha—
A muscle twitches in his jaw and he shakes his head in a quick back and forth jerk. ]
POINT TAKEN. BUT WE'D KNOW TO LOOK OUT FOR IT NOW. THOUGH COVERING BOTH BASES DOES GIVE US A HIGHER PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS. WE CAN CHUCK UP DEUCES FOR A HAND-SIGN, HOW ABOUT THAT.
OR I COULD JUST TICKLE YOU.
[ The brief stretches of quiet, the peace around them — for some reason, it strikes Mace as false. Leaves him doubting, leaves him looking over his shoulder once or twice at the emptiness of the rest of the cabin behind them ... and hell, but maybe that's the point. Psychological warfare in between the bouts of hallucinations. Trip them up mentally so they don't even know what to expect, give them a false sense of security in the living room that had been a former nightmare before the floor drops away below them all over again. ]
I'm thinking we should take this to the bedroom. [ Almost under his breath, handing the pen back, and then a little louder: ]
no subject
But. The rest of it is very much a touche — he knows without a doubt that his brain wouldn't have been registering any morse code during that moment, and even if it had, he would've probably sneered it off and just squeezed down even ha—
A muscle twitches in his jaw and he shakes his head in a quick back and forth jerk. ]
POINT TAKEN. BUT WE'D KNOW TO LOOK OUT FOR IT NOW.
THOUGH COVERING BOTH BASES DOES GIVE US A HIGHER PROBABILITY OF SUCCESS.
WE CAN CHUCK UP DEUCES FOR A HAND-SIGN, HOW ABOUT THAT.
OR I COULD JUST TICKLE YOU.
[ The brief stretches of quiet, the peace around them — for some reason, it strikes Mace as false. Leaves him doubting, leaves him looking over his shoulder once or twice at the emptiness of the rest of the cabin behind them ... and hell, but maybe that's the point. Psychological warfare in between the bouts of hallucinations. Trip them up mentally so they don't even know what to expect, give them a false sense of security in the living room that had been a former nightmare before the floor drops away below them all over again. ]
I'm thinking we should take this to the bedroom. [ Almost under his breath, handing the pen back, and then a little louder: ]
After you eat something.