[ now that makes their hackles rise. The nerves and suspicion from before solidify into downright distrust, and they glare at him. Though they've largely been inert, the small blobs of metallic goo hovering in the air around them become agitated in tandem with Cinnabar's expression. ]
Don't make me have to hurt you. I don't want to.
[ but that box can't end up with someone random! it's too important for that. As if to prove their intent, they take a single step down from the fallen concrete block, trying to look as menacing as they can manage. ]
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Don't make me have to hurt you. I don't want to.
[ but that box can't end up with someone random! it's too important for that. As if to prove their intent, they take a single step down from the fallen concrete block, trying to look as menacing as they can manage. ]