Dexter Blanche “Nice outfit you have on there. Very formal. You look good in it, honestly.”
“Thanks, I hate it!” Yes, he really means it. He could have pretended the opposite, but this was his immediate reaction. Oops. Not like it’d change anything.
Dexter was… Surprinsingly the easiest to deal with at the moment if only because of how pleasant he was. Still, Vinzent had a role to play and the sooner he gets out of it, the sooner he can stop pretending. And this did look convincing, more than Vinzent’s previous attempt with Abel. God, he hopes.
Dexter Blanche “I’m afraid that I won’t be putting this soap anywhere but my hands, copper.” As if to accentuate this, he plunges down on it and squirts a bit of foam out onto his hands. He lathers it, menacingly.
He begins to walk towards the door, ready to juke left or right if need be. “I’ll be taking my leave now, if you don’t mind.”
“Ah?”
Ohhh, this is provocation. Honestly, Vinzent did NOT care that Dexter could put it on his hands, at normal time, he’d just shrug. Whatever, this is just soap. But as always, once he had a task he detests he needs to finish, unfortunately, he had to act the part.
Speaking of acting… Vinzent was also ready to seize Dexter the best he could. But first, he had to attempt to block his path.
“Not so fast!” Says the 5′4″ stick guy.
If reflexes won’t be in his favor, he hopes his natural running speed might make up for it. We will See- That’d also depend if he had to be still on this stupid segway or not.
