[The bathroom door is actually right next to Kristoff. From the side of him that Elsa can't see, he hopes she doesn't notice him knocking the door. From inside the bathroom, an odd voice with a Scottish accent shouts in complaint of someone knocking. His vocabulary is chock full of expletives and colorful words, but that's to be expected from an underpaid gardener. He also lives in the property's abandoned tool-shed.]
What is his-- [This is his chance, that weird guy's voice is distracting enough!] damage? [Kristoff goes in for the pull, dragging the shirt up to her arms pretty fast. She, of course, reacts, but Kristoff's not giving up at this point. Let the struggle commence.]
no subject
What is his-- [This is his chance, that weird guy's voice is distracting enough!] damage? [Kristoff goes in for the pull, dragging the shirt up to her arms pretty fast. She, of course, reacts, but Kristoff's not giving up at this point. Let the struggle commence.]
Gotcha, dammit!