"I KNOW WHY YOU'RE DOING IT!" Donnie snaps back. "You're just a different kind of jerk."
He grabs his jacket and his tech-bō, not bothering to put the former on as he glares down the door. He could just blow this thing open. He feels like it'd be justified, but that's the emotional chaos talking and he's trying to shove it in a box because no one's here who understands him to help him deal with it.
A button on the length of the staff pops it open to feature an impossible amount of gadgetry that's been somehow jammed into it, compacted and yet still somehow able to function. A gout of flame puffs from an apparent flamethrower, but he retracts everything in favor of a single buzzsaw. And applies it to one single lock on the door of many.
Petty.
The metallic clink on the floor seems to satisfy him to some degree (no it doesn't), and he compacts his staff completely before swinging the door open and stepping outside. He yanks it closed again with all his might because a door slam seems a necessity in this situation.
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He grabs his jacket and his tech-bō, not bothering to put the former on as he glares down the door. He could just blow this thing open. He feels like it'd be justified, but that's the emotional chaos talking and he's trying to shove it in a box because no one's here who understands him to help him deal with it.
A button on the length of the staff pops it open to feature an impossible amount of gadgetry that's been somehow jammed into it, compacted and yet still somehow able to function. A gout of flame puffs from an apparent flamethrower, but he retracts everything in favor of a single buzzsaw. And applies it to one single lock on the door of many.
Petty.
The metallic clink on the floor seems to satisfy him to some degree (no it doesn't), and he compacts his staff completely before swinging the door open and stepping outside. He yanks it closed again with all his might because a door slam seems a necessity in this situation.