[ "some time soon"? be real. morgana has to picture this color in so many different ways before she even begins looking. dirk is probably going to look. when he does... well, no one would blame him if he thought he was looking at a dementor at this point. despite the fact this walking pop culture reference is, uh, clearly hiding her appearance, she is looking. a pair of pliers clatters to the floor as morgana rummages in her search.
at the very least, she eventually finds the right one. less comfortingly, upon approaching to hand it to him, morgana trains her gaze to the floor so fiercely her hood slides down further, and she's holding the pozidriv out with three of her fingers at the first top of it's head, handle going towards him. probably not the smartest way to hold hardware. ]
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at the very least, she eventually finds the right one. less comfortingly, upon approaching to hand it to him, morgana trains her gaze to the floor so fiercely her hood slides down further, and she's holding the pozidriv out with three of her fingers at the first top of it's head, handle going towards him. probably not the smartest way to hold hardware. ]