@WatcherSarcasm A crooked grin plays around his lips.
"A little arrogance has never done any harm. So what's your name, luv? I'm Randy."
Her cringes when he introduces himself, cursing his father for the name.
@WatcherSarcasm *shrugs and picks his fingernails with a ceremonial knife from a random shelf*
You're /almost/ certain as much as you've /almost/ convinced yourself that you can resist me.
@EruditeLenience @WatcherSarcasm + is.”
Tilting my head I now have a good excuse to look at him a bit more. Ruggedly handsome, I must admit.
“What do you think, Dad? He looks like a Percival. Or something hyphenated.”
My voice is extra ridiculing, well +
@EruditeLenience @WatcherSarcasm + accent. Huh, British. Maybe they’re in England after all.
“Who are you?” I address him, while the other is trying to gain his composure after whatever has collectively hit them. I have the feeling this bloke is the kind +
@EruditeLenience + smelling shop, and being English. How much worse can it get?
I’m patting down myself - I’m quite well built, very muscular - and then I open the jacket I am wearing.
“Made with care for Randy…..Randy?? What kind of sadist names their kid +