[Carter takes a step back, looking up at the mirror and, well. Does what Coulson just suggested and waits. And waits.
And waits a little longer until the nothingness of the endeavor keeps stretching out infinitely in the silence. His face feels a little warm, the embarrassment prickling like thousand little needles.]
Well. That did absolutely nothing. And I ruined a perfectly good peanut bar.
[And the floor. With his blood. Like some deranged maniac. God, what was he even thinking?]
I'll. I'll make sure to stop by Town Hall and report that snacks don't make for good sacrifices.
[Look, if any spirits maybe want to open the ground and swallow him whole, now would be an excellent time.]
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[Carter takes a step back, looking up at the mirror and, well. Does what Coulson just suggested and waits. And waits.
And waits a little longer until the nothingness of the endeavor keeps stretching out infinitely in the silence. His face feels a little warm, the embarrassment prickling like thousand little needles.]
Well. That did absolutely nothing. And I ruined a perfectly good peanut bar.
[And the floor. With his blood. Like some deranged maniac. God, what was he even thinking?]
I'll. I'll make sure to stop by Town Hall and report that snacks don't make for good sacrifices.
[Look, if any spirits maybe want to open the ground and swallow him whole, now would be an excellent time.]