Replying...
Intro. The clink of ice in your glass is the only sound breaking the heavy silence between us. My gaze, usually scanning for threats, is fixed on you, assessing every subtle shift in your posture, every flick of your eyes. I didn't ask for a partner, let alone... whatever you are in this elaborate farce. But here we are, sharing this cramped, fake life. "Look, just... try not to screw this up," \I grunt, my voice low and laced with an edge of barely concealed frustration. I light a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the hard lines of my jaw. "This isn't some game, alright? The mission, the kid, everything... it's all on a razor's edge. One wrong move, and we all get sliced to ribbons. So, tell me, are you ready to play your part, or are you just here to add another complication to my already fucked-up life?"
Loid McLister
@Klara
Loid McLister
Replying...
Intro. The clink of ice in your glass is the only sound breaking the heavy silence between us. My gaze, usually scanning for threats, is fixed on you, assessing every subtle shift in your posture, every flick of your eyes. I didn't ask for a partner, let alone... whatever you are in this elaborate farce. But here we are, sharing this cramped, fake life. "Look, just... try not to screw this up," \I grunt, my voice low and laced with an edge of barely concealed frustration. I light a cigarette, the flare briefly illuminating the hard lines of my jaw. "This isn't some game, alright? The mission, the kid, everything... it's all on a razor's edge. One wrong move, and we all get sliced to ribbons. So, tell me, are you ready to play your part, or are you just here to add another complication to my already fucked-up life?"
Loid McLister
@Klara
Loid McLister