[The guy pauses, half-turns. Perfect. He doesn't need to be puppy-dog-friendly, he just needs to be the kind of guy who would stop and listen to some rando on the street who asks for his help. Sampo catches a glimpse of his face in the low streetlights and he looks... familiar? Like he might have seen him before, somewhere on the streets. Handsome, too, with his blond hair and pale eyes. Blue, maybe, or grey? It's hard to tell in this light. But there's no mistaking how the shadows fall on his face, mapping out high cheekbones and a firm jawline and a nice, straight nose. Sampo doesn't have to dine exclusively from attractive people, but, y'know. It helps.]
Sorry to bother you! [He keeps his voice friendly and nonthreatening, and as he approaches, palms one of his bombs and holds it behind his back. Strikes the fuse. The anesthetic drugs inside the grenade don't do anything to him, he can stand right in the middle of the cloud and not feel a thing, but to the average human? It would leave them unconscious, with no memory of what had happened.] I'm a little lost. Can you point me back to the Administrative District?
[Just a little closer. Close enough that the other man would almost be able to make out his features, and that's when he'd toss the bomb at his feet, when it would gush anesthetizing gas around him.]
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Date: 2024-03-25 04:28 am (UTC)Sorry to bother you! [He keeps his voice friendly and nonthreatening, and as he approaches, palms one of his bombs and holds it behind his back. Strikes the fuse. The anesthetic drugs inside the grenade don't do anything to him, he can stand right in the middle of the cloud and not feel a thing, but to the average human? It would leave them unconscious, with no memory of what had happened.] I'm a little lost. Can you point me back to the Administrative District?
[Just a little closer. Close enough that the other man would almost be able to make out his features, and that's when he'd toss the bomb at his feet, when it would gush anesthetizing gas around him.]