Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13593058-20161118220227/@comment-27743663-20170110083305

There was no way she didn't know he was up to something, but there was no way she could prove it either if she wasn't there to catch him. That was Ghim's though processing anyway. Getting up from his chair, he creeped over to Selena's side of the table, flicking open of the pouches on his leg.upon nearing. Reaching in and pulling out a vial, he popped it open, dripping some of its contents into Selena's ramen dish. Quickly resealing the vial, he headed back over to his side of the table and sat down as if nothing had happened.

Poison. It was the simplest of tactics, one of the oldest tricks in the book. And likely, it was never going to work. Despite having experience in seeing her dodge similar things, he wanted to test just how much she would notice before going for his End Game plan. He needed to cover all his bases, because if he missed it up, he wouldn't get another shot. Then burying her under the house wouldn't seem so far-fetched.

Hearing her foot-steps approaching, he decded small-talk wouldn't hurt much, and on the astronomically small chance this poison did succeed (which would be very anti-climatic), he might as well get something he was curious about out of the way.

"Tell me, what kind of ramen is this," he asked, genuinely curious as it didn't look familiar to any instant flavors he knew, "Oh, and how did you arm become so injured, I suppose," he added as a disconcerned afterthought with a slight droop of his eyes.