“Full Bond with a touch of Mission Impossible. The Vent and safe scene would have been totally different…” He gave a soft chuckle as his mind painted a vivid picture of contortion mixed with suspension for a heist. There were plenty of advantages to his drug addled mind, this was one. A chuckle escaping his lips when she said no dodgeball. “Always just kinda gone where the wind blows, proved to be true in group activities too. Probably the self-medicated ADHD.”
The talk about age and being carded was something he couldn’t really comment on, not something he ran into too often or gave too much thought too. Especially now that he was more likely to die a violent, abyssal-manifestation laden death than one from old age. He snapped his fingers when she mentioned science and body disposal.
“A super acid would do you well, the man-made shit that you need to use other less caustic acids to clean. You could use Fluoroantimonic acid, that shit is so strong it dissolves glass, now there are other issues there. Storage being key among them.” His face brightened up, voice sped up a half a beat as he went into the acids, excitement palpable.