[ Maxwell almost waves off the interruption in favor of what he's doing, despite the clear threat in the young man's words while he searches for a weapon. Then he looks up properly, and his jaw almost drops along with his cigarette, which falls from between his lips and right into the sink despite his fumbling attempts to catch it.
He curses. He's had enough wet cigarettes for a lifetime, that's for sure. ]
Stand down, agent, this ain't a warzone.
[ Years of smoking and drinking may have taken a toll on his voice, but that L2 accent and sarcastic bent is unmistakable. Maxwell smiles, but it takes on a chagrined edge as he looks his younger self up and down. Was he always this paranoid, or was it just those few years coming off the war?
He wants to laugh, but it isn't funny. One more bump of his fist to the top of the coffee maker seems to get it to working, at least, and he grumbles in a satisfied way before turning his attention back to Duo. ]
I'm you but better, heh. [ So much for never telling a lie, but only God is perfect they say. He gestures at the coffee machine. ] Black, right?
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He curses. He's had enough wet cigarettes for a lifetime, that's for sure. ]
Stand down, agent, this ain't a warzone.
[ Years of smoking and drinking may have taken a toll on his voice, but that L2 accent and sarcastic bent is unmistakable. Maxwell smiles, but it takes on a chagrined edge as he looks his younger self up and down. Was he always this paranoid, or was it just those few years coming off the war?
He wants to laugh, but it isn't funny. One more bump of his fist to the top of the coffee maker seems to get it to working, at least, and he grumbles in a satisfied way before turning his attention back to Duo. ]
I'm you but better, heh. [ So much for never telling a lie, but only God is perfect they say. He gestures at the coffee machine. ] Black, right?