[ Wheatley stares back at the tiny troll, taking a while to process what he's looking at. His finely honed predatory senses picked up the blood and led him straight to it from halfway across town, and there certainly is plenty of blood present, but somehow he wasn't expecting this. His remaining eye squints, glinting an inhuman gold in the dim moonlight, the other safely tucked away behind a white eyepatch. He cocks his head to one side like the bewildered dog-- well, more of a stoat-- that he is.
He's pretty sure he knows what he's looking at. That poor creature. ]
Right, um... Well, that's certainly unfortunate, but they knew what they were getting into, yeah? Here, let me just...
[ Wheatley approaches the baby, intending to grab it around the middle and remove it from the human's bloody abdominal cavity so he can have a go. Whether Kirby is willing to cooperate with the rail-thin, one-eyed, feral-looking human/weasel/dryer lint hybrid is another matter. ]
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He's pretty sure he knows what he's looking at. That poor creature. ]
Right, um... Well, that's certainly unfortunate, but they knew what they were getting into, yeah? Here, let me just...
[ Wheatley approaches the baby, intending to grab it around the middle and remove it from the human's bloody abdominal cavity so he can have a go. Whether Kirby is willing to cooperate with the rail-thin, one-eyed, feral-looking human/weasel/dryer lint hybrid is another matter. ]