[ there's a couple of words keith could use to describe this interaction. bizarre, for starters. creepy would be another choice. however, all it takes is another couple of seconds for keith to decide the only way to eescribe this whole situation is underwhelming. expression souring in nanoseconds, keith is somehow actually caught off guard enough to be affronted. ]
The hell are you on? Has Griffin ever listened to me?
[ forget the fact that he'd just been telling griffin that their former teacher is confused and disoriented and should probably be approached with greater care. no, all of that goes flying out the window as soon as the ridiculous accusation leaves her mouth.
as bulletproof as keith's argument is, however, it only seems to solidify whatever narrative mrs robinson has built up in her head as she turns her scowling face towads him, hands long forgotten. ]
You ill-tempered child. You mustn't speak this way. Come. To the pincipal's office.
[ she lunges, grabbing at keith's wirst. the ice cold of her hand makes keith snap his arm away, but it isn't the only thing to snap. as he twists his arm free, there's a sickening pop as tendons snap in the older woman's wrists making her hand dangle uselessly .
keith blinks, horrified for a moment. mrs robinson stares as well, not quite comprehending the wrongness of her own body when she turns to james, flailing with her drooping hand. ]
He broke my hand......
[ and yet there's no cry of pain or anything else to indicate she's suffering in any real way. ]
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The hell are you on? Has Griffin ever listened to me?
[ forget the fact that he'd just been telling griffin that their former teacher is confused and disoriented and should probably be approached with greater care. no, all of that goes flying out the window as soon as the ridiculous accusation leaves her mouth.
as bulletproof as keith's argument is, however, it only seems to solidify whatever narrative mrs robinson has built up in her head as she turns her scowling face towads him, hands long forgotten. ]
You ill-tempered child. You mustn't speak this way. Come. To the pincipal's office.
[ she lunges, grabbing at keith's wirst. the ice cold of her hand makes keith snap his arm away, but it isn't the only thing to snap. as he twists his arm free, there's a sickening pop as tendons snap in the older woman's wrists making her hand dangle uselessly .
keith blinks, horrified for a moment. mrs robinson stares as well, not quite comprehending the wrongness of her own body when she turns to james, flailing with her drooping hand. ]
He broke my hand......
[ and yet there's no cry of pain or anything else to indicate she's suffering in any real way. ]
Will you look at it for me?