[He sneers at the hand, glaring at Meulin. She's not his Meulin at all, his Meulin would never dare try to stop him, try to go against him, and even if she did he could just use his chucklevoodoos on her to make her fucking OBEY-
But no. He doesn't have his chucklevoodoos and this isn't Meulin.
The glare fades again and he turns away from her, hands in his pockets and glancing around the infirmary in search of other bladed objects he might be able to make use of.]
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But no. He doesn't have his chucklevoodoos and this isn't Meulin.
The glare fades again and he turns away from her, hands in his pockets and glancing around the infirmary in search of other bladed objects he might be able to make use of.]