Perhaps the recent fighting with Archer had made him overly suspicious - a bit too wary of what that sort of statement could mean, willing to read a bit too far into those sorts of statements to begin with - but the fact remained that it set warning bells off in his head, loud and sharp and completely unable to be ignored. The long pause before Isaac had said it definitely wasn't helping matters, either.
As such, it takes him a bit too long to realize exactly what his face is doing - he isn't glaring, but he's obviously displeased with the turn the conversation has taken; as soon as he realizes, though, he seems to settle a good amount, his expression shifting into something decidedly more relaxed. Casual, even.
"Well, I'm flattered, then." He wasn't. He really wasn't, and no matter how genuine his tone was when he said it, he suspected it still came off as unnatural, with a sort of deliberateness to it that he wasn't quite able to force out of his words.
...thankfully, he was spared from having to figure out how to salvage it by the sound of the Gear going off. It was obnoxious, really, though Kimblee had long since lost the ability to tell if it was naturally obnoxious or just coming across that way because of exactly how much he had been hearing it.
He waited until the actual sound had stopped before finding the stupid thing; he wasn't about to answer it while it was active, given that he knew well enough who was calling. And sure enough...it was a video message this time, and decidedly different from the yelling over voice that Archer had been subjecting him to all day. No, Archer actually looked flustered in the message he's leaving this time; it was immediately obvious that he hadn't slept in a while, as much as he was trying to hide that fact.
Kimblee couldn't exactly bring himself to care.
I don't know what you want from me. How can I fix this?
"Goddamn it, Archer..." The words were quiet, muttered under his breath, but still incredibly annoyed.
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Perhaps the recent fighting with Archer had made him overly suspicious - a bit too wary of what that sort of statement could mean, willing to read a bit too far into those sorts of statements to begin with - but the fact remained that it set warning bells off in his head, loud and sharp and completely unable to be ignored. The long pause before Isaac had said it definitely wasn't helping matters, either.
As such, it takes him a bit too long to realize exactly what his face is doing - he isn't glaring, but he's obviously displeased with the turn the conversation has taken; as soon as he realizes, though, he seems to settle a good amount, his expression shifting into something decidedly more relaxed. Casual, even.
"Well, I'm flattered, then." He wasn't. He really wasn't, and no matter how genuine his tone was when he said it, he suspected it still came off as unnatural, with a sort of deliberateness to it that he wasn't quite able to force out of his words.
...thankfully, he was spared from having to figure out how to salvage it by the sound of the Gear going off. It was obnoxious, really, though Kimblee had long since lost the ability to tell if it was naturally obnoxious or just coming across that way because of exactly how much he had been hearing it.
He waited until the actual sound had stopped before finding the stupid thing; he wasn't about to answer it while it was active, given that he knew well enough who was calling. And sure enough...it was a video message this time, and decidedly different from the yelling over voice that Archer had been subjecting him to all day. No, Archer actually looked flustered in the message he's leaving this time; it was immediately obvious that he hadn't slept in a while, as much as he was trying to hide that fact.
Kimblee couldn't exactly bring himself to care.
I don't know what you want from me. How can I fix this?
"Goddamn it, Archer..." The words were quiet, muttered under his breath, but still incredibly annoyed.