[Oh. A centipede. An awful, writhing thing; but Henry's seen so many writhing things, dangerous creatures that he's exited with for seven long years. This is nothing that surprises him, though it is intriguing.]
With pleasure-
[But Henry's tugged away before he can say anything else, stumbling a little to the side, shouldering straight into Amelia, but using her as something of a pillar to keep balance as he straightens and follows her suggestion.
Again, undeterred by the monstrosity before him (it helps when you're a monster, too), he reaches out with a hand and uses his telekinesis to pull it by the head, yanking upwards.
Nothing delicate about it. Like rooting a weed out of a garden. A very messy, bloody weed.
no subject
With pleasure-
[But Henry's tugged away before he can say anything else, stumbling a little to the side, shouldering straight into Amelia, but using her as something of a pillar to keep balance as he straightens and follows her suggestion.
Again, undeterred by the monstrosity before him (it helps when you're a monster, too), he reaches out with a hand and uses his telekinesis to pull it by the head, yanking upwards.
Nothing delicate about it. Like rooting a weed out of a garden. A very messy, bloody weed.
Just how successful is he?]