[ Scratch being nearly murdered like fifty times since he's arrived in this ghastly place. This has got to be his worst experience in his entire life — he's barely kept the lid on his mortification intact, preoccupied as he is with thoughts of intimate homicide. It'd surely garner the disrespect of all of his relatives and friends, but they'd certainly understand he was only offing someone who was bound to get themselves killed eventually. It's reasonable, completely logical, even, to contemplate murdering someone who has it coming to them, anyways.
It might be an exercise in futility clawing at the robot guards as they hoist him clear off the ground, his legs kicking uselessly at anything that moves in an effort to snag his foot into something, anything but no, he's left only the inordinate joy of watching her fake-simper and cry as they depart in the other direction. ]
I know what you look like now! I'll remember this! Don't fool yourself into thinking you can run and hide, either! The first thing I'll do when I find you is wring your goddamn neck! You're dead! You hear me?! You're dead!
[ His comical screams can likely be heard for miles as he's forcibly dragged away, probably for a round of systematic indoctrination. How fun.
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[ Scratch being nearly murdered like fifty times since he's arrived in this ghastly place. This has got to be his worst experience in his entire life — he's barely kept the lid on his mortification intact, preoccupied as he is with thoughts of intimate homicide. It'd surely garner the disrespect of all of his relatives and friends, but they'd certainly understand he was only offing someone who was bound to get themselves killed eventually. It's reasonable, completely logical, even, to contemplate murdering someone who has it coming to them, anyways.
It might be an exercise in futility clawing at the robot guards as they hoist him clear off the ground, his legs kicking uselessly at anything that moves in an effort to snag his foot into something, anything but no, he's left only the inordinate joy of watching her fake-simper and cry as they depart in the other direction. ]
I know what you look like now! I'll remember this! Don't fool yourself into thinking you can run and hide, either! The first thing I'll do when I find you is wring your goddamn neck! You're dead! You hear me?! You're dead!
[ His comical screams can likely be heard for miles as he's forcibly dragged away, probably for a round of systematic indoctrination. How fun.
Well, Touka. Looks like you win this round. ]