[ That smile. It's enough to help him back up his threat and actually vomit. No one should be that easygoing, especially after an old man has just ranted like the antisocial asshole he pretends to be. ]
No promises, kid...
[ Folding his arms over his chest defensively, he prays to God she takes the hint that this whole conversation is over. He just wants to focus on his own misery, and he can't do that when a sunny little shit is bugging him. ]
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No promises, kid...
[ Folding his arms over his chest defensively, he prays to God she takes the hint that this whole conversation is over. He just wants to focus on his own misery, and he can't do that when a sunny little shit is bugging him. ]