[Tuco looks away from the shifting pattern and opens his mouth to reply, only for Niko to get there first. While he has no idea what 'tripping balls' is supposed to mean, the image it conjures up results in a cat-sneeze of a laugh, and he smirks despite himself.]
One time, I blew up a whole bridge. [It comes out as some kind of liquid slur.] Langstone. [With a little waggle of his fingers he adds a helpful:] Pchhhhhh!
[At some point between becoming a junior foley artist and falling silent again, he must have closed his eyes, because something bright streaks across the backs of his eyelids and he abruptly lurches sideways, dry-heaving. It's in the process of dragging his shirt cuff across his upper lip that he seems to notice Niko is done with the plates. Throat bobbing, he drops his arm and makes a small, questioning sound.
And then his face contorts into some grim mask of determination: there's absolutely no way he's going to let them open it up without him. That's his two hundred thousand.]
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One time, I blew up a whole bridge. [It comes out as some kind of liquid slur.] Langstone. [With a little waggle of his fingers he adds a helpful:] Pchhhhhh!
[At some point between becoming a junior foley artist and falling silent again, he must have closed his eyes, because something bright streaks across the backs of his eyelids and he abruptly lurches sideways, dry-heaving. It's in the process of dragging his shirt cuff across his upper lip that he seems to notice Niko is done with the plates. Throat bobbing, he drops his arm and makes a small, questioning sound.
And then his face contorts into some grim mask of determination: there's absolutely no way he's going to let them open it up without him. That's his two hundred thousand.]