[He's gotten better at this in the past few days. He remembers that guns hurt, but don't stop him, and he knows that grabbing his tentacles hurts, and does. He also knows there's a way to coax a spark to come forth from a shell...]
It's me.
[He hisses, his mouth drawing back in a gaping smirk. This was Vandal. He knew her. It was enough for him to pause--but that pause was enough for her to swing and catch him straight in the jaw. It doesn't stop him, though, and a tentacle snakes forth to try and wrap around her arm. If he's going to do any coaxing, the subject needs to be restrained.]
[Action]
It's me.
[He hisses, his mouth drawing back in a gaping smirk. This was Vandal. He knew her. It was enough for him to pause--but that pause was enough for her to swing and catch him straight in the jaw. It doesn't stop him, though, and a tentacle snakes forth to try and wrap around her arm. If he's going to do any coaxing, the subject needs to be restrained.]