[ And she's in his space again. Sharkface ducks his head, good eye narrowed, and doesn't shove her away. It's obvious he's being handled. Causing a scene gets them both noticed and there's nothing to gain from that. He did it unconsciously; apparently this is something that's just going to happen whenever he's touching a flat surface and getting himself worked up. Stupid. It's like painting a target on his back. On hers, just for being next to him.
He flexes his hands. Lays them flat on his knees. ]
Don't do that again.
[ His voice is soft and utterly empty. There's no need to specify a threat. ]
I might have work for you. If you're up for it.
[ It'll go easier if she never touches him again, but Sharkface has worked with worse people; he'll get through it. ]
no subject
He flexes his hands. Lays them flat on his knees. ]
Don't do that again.
[ His voice is soft and utterly empty. There's no need to specify a threat. ]
I might have work for you. If you're up for it.
[ It'll go easier if she never touches him again, but Sharkface has worked with worse people; he'll get through it. ]