[ Thatโ isn't the first, or ever will be the last time he'll get that reaction. Matt can't see his horns, but he's felt them throughout it's different iterations. The Devil of Hell's Kitchen has an imposing image to keep up, even if people outside his neighborhood tend to misread his intentions. He sinks his billy club back into the holster by his thigh and looks up at him.
Tilts his head minutely, searching out for his heartbeat among the groaning of the man below them. The genuine surprise and fluster in his voice so very loud in his ears. He takes only a little satisfaction in itโ it's not like he came here to impress, or team up with, Invincible. Only feel him out, really. More work off the clock. How else would he get his attention without putting himself at risk? ]
And you're flying.
[ He's not going to get bonked on the head, but he will get a little bit of that trademark (sarcastic, vaguely cheeky) delivery of his. ]
And staring dumbly at Sarcastic Horns Guy, unsure of how he's supposed to proceed here. It's justโ He feels like he's being watched? Obviously he's being watched, because Mark's sense of imagination is fairly limited, but it feels like SHG is really perceiving him, in ways that Mark does not know how to interpret. Should he be feeling bad about this? He looks around from side to side, like, are there more of Angstrom's drones here, does SHG work for him, but...
Mark's hands fall to his sides, limp. ]
... What you want, I guess. Since I have no idea.
[ He doesn't think there are any drones here. He doesn't think this is a continuation of anything Angstrom has going on. SHG probably wouldn't like him? He thinks? He doesn't know, just, this feels like something else.
A beat. ]
Do you want me to come down?
[ Is his flying an issue or was SHG just being sarcastic?? Really, it feels like it could go either way at this point. ]
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Tilts his head minutely, searching out for his heartbeat among the groaning of the man below them. The genuine surprise and fluster in his voice so very loud in his ears. He takes only a little satisfaction in itโ it's not like he came here to impress, or team up with, Invincible. Only feel him out, really. More work off the clock. How else would he get his attention without putting himself at risk? ]
And you're flying.
[ He's not going to get bonked on the head, but he will get a little bit of that trademark (sarcastic, vaguely cheeky) delivery of his. ]
Anything else we need to get out of the way?
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And staring dumbly at Sarcastic Horns Guy, unsure of how he's supposed to proceed here. It's justโ He feels like he's being watched? Obviously he's being watched, because Mark's sense of imagination is fairly limited, but it feels like SHG is really perceiving him, in ways that Mark does not know how to interpret. Should he be feeling bad about this? He looks around from side to side, like, are there more of Angstrom's drones here, does SHG work for him, but...
Mark's hands fall to his sides, limp. ]
... What you want, I guess. Since I have no idea.
[ He doesn't think there are any drones here. He doesn't think this is a continuation of anything Angstrom has going on. SHG probably wouldn't like him? He thinks? He doesn't know, just, this feels like something else.
A beat. ]
Do you want me to come down?
[ Is his flying an issue or was SHG just being sarcastic?? Really, it feels like it could go either way at this point. ]