Oh. Oh, okay, shit, so, this was maybe not the smartest thing that Tim's ever done? Krieg is all up in his face and it is very, very obvious that Tim, vault hunter though he may be, is not in the same weight class as this guy. Krieg could probably snap him in half right over his knee if he really got the motivation for it.
Tim would have swallowed around the lump in his throat, except that his throat, as well as every single other muscle in his body, seems to have become paralyzed in the face of his imminent death.
God, is he really going to have to fight in this suit? He doesn't want to have to do that, this suit was expensive and he's poor.
"..."
Okay, Tim, respond appropriately. Say something cool.
"...'kay."
Jesus Christ, Tim.
"Glad we're... on the same page. About this topic."
If it were possible for testicles to un-descend, Tim's would probably be somewhere in his chest cavity right now.
"Could you like... just..." He makes a vague sort of hand gesture, sort of pantomiming pushing Krieg back without actually touching him because he wants to keep his limbs. "About six inches? Thanks?"
He's pretty sure he's managed to get his point across - the doppelganger's voice seems to have leapt up an octave or so, which to Krieg is typically a pretty good indicator of a successful intimidation.
"Mnngh."
He doesn't move immediately at Tim's request, taking a few more long moments to stare with narrowed eyes right into his face. He does eventually pull back, though, to almost exactly the requested six inch distance, and no further.
It's kind of weird; he doesn't actually have any particularly strong desire to remain face to face with this asshole, but for some reason, withdrawing is...not...quite...what he wants to do, either?
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Tim would have swallowed around the lump in his throat, except that his throat, as well as every single other muscle in his body, seems to have become paralyzed in the face of his imminent death.
God, is he really going to have to fight in this suit? He doesn't want to have to do that, this suit was expensive and he's poor.
"..."
Okay, Tim, respond appropriately. Say something cool.
"...'kay."
Jesus Christ, Tim.
"Glad we're... on the same page. About this topic."
If it were possible for testicles to un-descend, Tim's would probably be somewhere in his chest cavity right now.
"Could you like... just..." He makes a vague sort of hand gesture, sort of pantomiming pushing Krieg back without actually touching him because he wants to keep his limbs. "About six inches? Thanks?"
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"Mnngh."
He doesn't move immediately at Tim's request, taking a few more long moments to stare with narrowed eyes right into his face. He does eventually pull back, though, to almost exactly the requested six inch distance, and no further.
It's kind of weird; he doesn't actually have any particularly strong desire to remain face to face with this asshole, but for some reason, withdrawing is...not...quite...what he wants to do, either?
Eh. He doesn't question it too much.
The ball's in your court, fake Jack.