That voodoo that you do 3

Suitov: What in...

Baskerville: *sniffsniffsniff*

Weft: I hope there are razor blades in those. *grin*

*smell like apples*

...Oh all right. I hope I'm supposed to eat this and not plant it.

*gets out combat knife, quarters and cores an apple and nibbles*

*tastes horrendously bitter and salty*

*eyebrowtwitch* *laugh*

* struck roots wherever Suitov left them overnight *

O-kay, twice is coincidence, thrice is a pattern. Weft?

distant voice: What?

Suitov: Want to see a hobnail growing roots?

Weft: No, I want to see you die. ...Wait, what? Oooh. *prod* Did you annoy Sylvie again? *mild glee*

O_o *sudden understanding*

If it's that, he seems to have an inexplicable gift for it...

* Amused, but a bit baffled at the childish tricks *

I hope the next one's fatal! Nico, Sebastian, you think the next one will be fatal? Oh, I hope so. I'm talking agonising death here.

What? No, I'm perfectly calm. Mwehehehee.

*Amused and baffled would be a fair representation of Suitov, too.*

I think if it'd get that nasty, the apples wouldn't have been just foul-tasting, but if not actually poisoned at least worked as a laxative or something like -

* Suitov's clothes turn bright orange. *

Yes, that would do it, wouldn't it.

I don't think many people can get killed by their clothes changing colour...

Now that would depend on if they're trying to camouflage themselves from an invading army, wouldn't it?

* Looks around. Looks Sebastian up and down. *

Do you have an invading army concealed about your person?

You know, there's many things I've hidden in my boots, shirt and other articles of clothing, but not that.

* tilts head and grins *

Admit it, you just say that because you're desperate for someone curious enough to rip off your clothes.

Will you admit that was you vocalising your immediate impulses?

Hey, I can't help what I'm thinking, I'm a curious person.

Oh, yes, I know.