[ Caleb's eyes move from the knife at her sentiment back to her face again when she lets go of it finally. A soft but incredulous huff; a mirthless laugh, to be sure, escapes him and he lifts his eyebrows. ]
Be pretty fucking stupid of me to stick around if it was, don't you think?
[ Literally, who would do that unless it was a hostage situation? And, as far as Caleb knows, hostage situations are supposed to be pretty clearly hostage situations so that, you know, the hostages are the leverage the bad guy uses to get what he wants.
Then again...there are people like Damien to consider. That fucking guy always trying to insert himself into situations as a first resort to getting what he wants, but then again, Damien is also the sort of Atypical who can literally make the people around him want the things he wants them to want which...honestly is still kind of brain-breaking, even for Caleb.
She doesn't seem all that concerned with him, specifically, though, so Caleb is incined to believe her for now. ]
I'm gonna be real with you: what I'm about to say is going to make me sound like I'm batshit crazy, but I swear to God, it's legit.
[ Caleb sighs, rolling his eyes a little at himself, already knowing that the likelihood she's going to believe him is, like, super fucking slim, since, like...he thought everyone back in Nonah was full of shit at first, too. ]
I'm pretty sure that no particular person kidnapped us or put us here. It probably just kind of...happened and, as much as I would love for you to be right in thinking we can leave...in my experience, we're not going anywhere anytime soon, whether we like it or not.
That said, maybe...hopefully I'm wrong and this time is fucking different because I'm definitely down to get out of this fucking creepshow. So...looks like you've been conscious longer than I have been, so I'm gonna go ahead and defer to you for any intel you might have gathered on this place while I was still out cold and then we can brainstorm together and hope for the fucking best. Sound like a plan?
...and...like, maybe we could start with you introducing yourself so I don't have to resort to some shitty, misogynistic, like, 'hey you' sort of thing to address you?
[ Caleb rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose a little, giving her a sheepish shrug. He's not sure if she just forgot to reciprocate his introduction or if she was doing it on purpose as she tried to figure out if he was a threat or not, which he thinks is a pretty valid excuse for withholding her name, so it's not like he's pissed about it or anything. ]
he has the mouth of a sailor, i am so sorry
Be pretty fucking stupid of me to stick around if it was, don't you think?
[ Literally, who would do that unless it was a hostage situation? And, as far as Caleb knows, hostage situations are supposed to be pretty clearly hostage situations so that, you know, the hostages are the leverage the bad guy uses to get what he wants.
Then again...there are people like Damien to consider. That fucking guy always trying to insert himself into situations as a first resort to getting what he wants, but then again, Damien is also the sort of Atypical who can literally make the people around him want the things he wants them to want which...honestly is still kind of brain-breaking, even for Caleb.
She doesn't seem all that concerned with him, specifically, though, so Caleb is incined to believe her for now. ]
I'm gonna be real with you: what I'm about to say is going to make me sound like I'm batshit crazy, but I swear to God, it's legit.
[ Caleb sighs, rolling his eyes a little at himself, already knowing that the likelihood she's going to believe him is, like, super fucking slim, since, like...he thought everyone back in Nonah was full of shit at first, too. ]
I'm pretty sure that no particular person kidnapped us or put us here. It probably just kind of...happened and, as much as I would love for you to be right in thinking we can leave...in my experience, we're not going anywhere anytime soon, whether we like it or not.
That said, maybe...hopefully I'm wrong and this time is fucking different because I'm definitely down to get out of this fucking creepshow. So...looks like you've been conscious longer than I have been, so I'm gonna go ahead and defer to you for any intel you might have gathered on this place while I was still out cold and then we can brainstorm together and hope for the fucking best. Sound like a plan?
...and...like, maybe we could start with you introducing yourself so I don't have to resort to some shitty, misogynistic, like, 'hey you' sort of thing to address you?
[ Caleb rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose a little, giving her a sheepish shrug. He's not sure if she just forgot to reciprocate his introduction or if she was doing it on purpose as she tried to figure out if he was a threat or not, which he thinks is a pretty valid excuse for withholding her name, so it's not like he's pissed about it or anything. ]