--Ah, [ Matt exclaims, staggering backward as the shove lands. His eyes widen abruptly; his brittle amusement evaporates. In its wake, fear and anger flicker for dominance. He's too upset to really process the tiredness in Gen's demeanor, especially preoccupied with scrabbling to hang onto both map and list of names in only one hand, but something manages to penetrate. Maybe it's the way this guy looks away after pushing him, a far cry from the sneering, alpha-male eye contact Matt associates with random aggression.
Fuck, what did he expect from his side? ]
Are you this charming to all your coworkers?
[ It's a question designed to come out snarky and devil-may-care, but Matt sounds awfully sober. He displays the stump of his left hand, wrapped in black strips of cloth. ]
I am not "too good" to hold the map. I'm working with what I have. [ A pause, then: ] And for the record, no. This is my first time giving extrajudicial kidnapping a whirl; I've had limited success so far.
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Fuck, what did he expect from his side? ]
Are you this charming to all your coworkers?
[ It's a question designed to come out snarky and devil-may-care, but Matt sounds awfully sober. He displays the stump of his left hand, wrapped in black strips of cloth. ]
I am not "too good" to hold the map. I'm working with what I have. [ A pause, then: ] And for the record, no. This is my first time giving extrajudicial kidnapping a whirl; I've had limited success so far.