@KatherinWinter
The boy stared at the man disbelievingly for a few seconds before deadpanning. "...Stai scherzando, si? Non hai nessun'idea che fai, per certo?" (You're joking, right? You have absolutely no idea what you're doing, do you?)
It was almost enough to make him laugh. If he had any real indication that what he was saying was even being understood, he probably wouldn't have held back at all. Did Vlad seriously tell these people nothing about their unfortunate captives? This was downright ridiculous.
Walking back toward the desk slowly, he picked up a few of the office supplies he could reach without going around behind it. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to the computer if anything was wrong with it. "Due problemi con quella teoria, genio: Non ho neanche un po idea per che sto cercando." Propping the broom against the desk, he turned around with the stapler, a paperweight, and a tape dispenser without the tape. "Il capo è il peggiore con istruzioni. Potrei passare tutto tempo ovunque, non è un ragione valido."
Switching the pattern to juggle all the items on one hand, he reached back to dump the pencil container on the floor next to him and grab the previously removed tape, adding both into the circuit and going back to using both hands again. "Secondo, si avresti fatto un po di recerca, sapresti esattamente perchè mi piace questa stanza."
"Riassunto: Sto un esecutore, scemo." Snapping his hands back to his hips, he let the items drop to the floor as he glared straight at what he deemed to be the result of some incredible idiocy. "One, actor; two, lost. No info! Door stuck! Be useful and fix, scherzo. Have a mission to do!"
Despite how broken what little English he used sounded, he was sure that it was enough to get the excuse across. One way or another, he was going back into that hallway alone, that much he was determined about.
The boy stared at the man disbelievingly for a few seconds before deadpanning. "...Stai scherzando, si? Non hai nessun'idea che fai, per certo?" (You're joking, right? You have absolutely no idea what you're doing, do you?)
It was almost enough to make him laugh. If he had any real indication that what he was saying was even being understood, he probably wouldn't have held back at all. Did Vlad seriously tell these people nothing about their unfortunate captives? This was downright ridiculous.
Walking back toward the desk slowly, he picked up a few of the office supplies he could reach without going around behind it. The last thing he needed was to draw attention to the computer if anything was wrong with it. "Due problemi con quella teoria, genio: Non ho neanche un po idea per che sto cercando." Propping the broom against the desk, he turned around with the stapler, a paperweight, and a tape dispenser without the tape. "Il capo è il peggiore con istruzioni. Potrei passare tutto tempo ovunque, non è un ragione valido."
Switching the pattern to juggle all the items on one hand, he reached back to dump the pencil container on the floor next to him and grab the previously removed tape, adding both into the circuit and going back to using both hands again. "Secondo, si avresti fatto un po di recerca, sapresti esattamente perchè mi piace questa stanza."
"Riassunto: Sto un esecutore, scemo." Snapping his hands back to his hips, he let the items drop to the floor as he glared straight at what he deemed to be the result of some incredible idiocy. "One, actor; two, lost. No info! Door stuck! Be useful and fix, scherzo. Have a mission to do!"
Despite how broken what little English he used sounded, he was sure that it was enough to get the excuse across. One way or another, he was going back into that hallway alone, that much he was determined about.
