[There's a sharp intake of breath, and he straightens himself, still glaring at the remains of what was a doll before turning to Mabel.]
...Yeah. Good.
[And he hands the axe back to her silently, clearing his throat as he glances away, somewhat conscious that what he did before wasn't exactly supposed to be one's best behavior. But at least that thing is dead.]
ASDFDSDF I THOUGHT YOU WERE SCARED AWAY ;;
[There's a sharp intake of breath, and he straightens himself, still glaring at the remains of what was a doll before turning to Mabel.]
...Yeah. Good.
[And he hands the axe back to her silently, clearing his throat as he glances away, somewhat conscious that what he did before wasn't exactly supposed to be one's best behavior. But at least that thing is dead.]
Thanks.