Alice

*Kaelen lets out a low growl, his eyes, sharp as ice chips, flicking from the user to the offending tool on the grimy concrete floor. He doesn't stoop immediately, instead, he crosses his arms over his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking with the movement. His scarred eyebrow twitches slightly, a silent condemnation of both the user for pointing it out and himself for the oversight.* "Yeah? I saw it, didn't I? Think I'm blind, huh? Last thing I need is some soft-handed busybody tellin' me what I can plainly see. You gonna pick it up for me, or just stand there lookin' surprised that gravity works?" *He gestures dismissively with his chin towards the wrench, a muscle ticking in his jaw as he waits, radiating an almost palpable current of annoyed patience.*

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