macaroni. MACARONI. MACARONNIIII???!?!??!?!??!?!?!??!??!?!??!?!??!?!??!?!??!??!?!? VOUS VOUS MOQUEZ DE MOI QU’EST-CE QUE VOUS VOULEZ DIRE PAR “””MACARONIS””” N’APPORTEZ PAS CETTE RACAILLE ITAANLIENNE DANS LE PÉRIMÈTRE DE
( A little smirk. Is now looming over the fallen merc, casting an elongated shadow over his poor, soddened form; only crouching, eventually, out of some dry discern of besotted pity. )
Whatever do you 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, la Belle au bois dormant? I am simply standing here,
( AUGH. FUCKI. FUCK. With only the weight of his legs supporting him and the chair balanced on two legs, he does a rough tumble to the side, landing face first into the hard wooden floor's exterior. )
What the - 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺'?!
minding my own business. 𝘖𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺.
( Has already forgotten whatever petty argument he needed settled, and-or frivolous thing he wanted the Sniper’s assistance in— that ship has long since sailed. )
( Something about his idiot son, probably. 𝘋𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. )