( shit, too slow. he can blind her, then, screwdriver through one eye of her mask. Armin rears back —
— hangs there, screwdriver in the air, breath harder in his chest. he straddles the figure before him. no fight. animalskin and a woody mask but something just off enough, Armin is certain it isn't her. his gaze drifts. blindly, he reaches for the other's clothes, fingers flat only to curl and pull.
definitely not her. still, gripping leather: ) Are you working with her! ( almost whispered, the timbre of his voice belies the dead set of his eyes. )
no subject
— hangs there, screwdriver in the air, breath harder in his chest. he straddles the figure before him. no fight. animalskin and a woody mask but something just off enough, Armin is certain it isn't her. his gaze drifts. blindly, he reaches for the other's clothes, fingers flat only to curl and pull.
definitely not her. still, gripping leather: ) Are you working with her! ( almost whispered, the timbre of his voice belies the dead set of his eyes. )