[ The reckoning comes without violence. She sizes him up, weighing the cost, and then she smiles. It's all animal teeth, threat and promise alike, and Sharkface finds himself nodding. It feels like home for a moment. He lost the thread, let himself get complacent and stupid, and she'll use that against him. Of course she will. It's what people do and it hardly matters that Vandii's not human. Sharkface has fought aliens, human mercenaries, and everything in between; he knows the score. Eventually, everyone goes for the throat.
Expect the worse and you'll never be disappointed. ]
Armor.
[ He sets the remains of the glass down on the counter. Keeps the biggest shard tucked against his palm. Sluggish blood is tickling across his skin, catching on scars, and he lets it. For the gesture. For the part of him that still wants to break something. ]
I'll draw you specs. You find me what I want....I'm sure you can find a use for someone like me.
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Expect the worse and you'll never be disappointed. ]
Armor.
[ He sets the remains of the glass down on the counter. Keeps the biggest shard tucked against his palm. Sluggish blood is tickling across his skin, catching on scars, and he lets it. For the gesture. For the part of him that still wants to break something. ]
I'll draw you specs. You find me what I want....I'm sure you can find a use for someone like me.