[ Mr. Roboto isn't exactly listening to Jack. Not actively. But the guy is hard to tune out. He's going on and on about the best place to stab someone with a pen at close quarters. A crash course for the wimpy meatbag he's stuck with.
Rhys is in the middle of shushing him, because he's trying to concentrate, dammit, when he feels the fingers on his shoulder. To his credit, he doesn't yelp again, but that's only because the sound gets stuck in his throat.
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Rhys is in the middle of shushing him, because he's trying to concentrate, dammit, when he feels the fingers on his shoulder. To his credit, he doesn't yelp again, but that's only because the sound gets stuck in his throat.
Instead, he whirls around, raises the pen, and
whips it at Tim's face.
Jack's disappointment knows no bounds. ]