[ Haytham frowns as Javert criticizes his brick, and holds back the urge to snap back that a brick is a brick is a brick. But he realizes it's only the advice of an ally for mutual benefit, and instead directs his energy into repacking his snow brick to meet specification. ]
I am not a brickmaker— the subtleties of the art are lost on me.
[ and honestly, it's something he's perfectly fine with admitting. brickmaking was the employment of indentured servants, bored spinsters, and convicts. He's not entirely sure where Javert falls on the spectrum, and doesn't feel the need to ask. He's about to turn and hand his brick over for inspection, when a rather unexpected visitor ducks into their fort. He warned you about this earlier, Javert.
He doesn't pull his sword on Bourne, but yanks the man down by the collar, holding his precious ice brick precariously close to Bourne's head as if it were an effective bludgeoning tool. It won't kill, but you can bet it'll be goddamn cold. ]
putting these threads together!
I am not a brickmaker— the subtleties of the art are lost on me.
[ and honestly, it's something he's perfectly fine with admitting. brickmaking was the employment of indentured servants, bored spinsters, and convicts. He's not entirely sure where Javert falls on the spectrum, and doesn't feel the need to ask. He's about to turn and hand his brick over for inspection, when a rather unexpected visitor ducks into their fort. He warned you about this earlier, Javert.
He doesn't pull his sword on Bourne, but yanks the man down by the collar, holding his precious ice brick precariously close to Bourne's head as if it were an effective bludgeoning tool. It won't kill, but you can bet it'll be goddamn cold. ]
Ah, and our coterie grows.
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