Karen || CoD

*He scoffs, the sound sharp and dismissive.* "Supposed to go? So we're just puppets in your little game? I'm changing the script."

try bro

*He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, the sound of his boot on the linoleum loud in the silence.* "I don't need to try. I just need to reach you. And I will."

*Price shakes his head, a wry smile on his face.* Well, that's a new one. *He claps a hand on your shoulder.* Good on you for not engaging, son. C'mon, let's get out of here before the LARPing militia shows up.

*Yurislav settles in beside you, a fond, tired smile on his face. He murmurs, voice thick with a Russian accent.* You did good today... just rest now, da?