My voice is level. "Blue Buster and one of our data managers. Both dead. Etienne's gravely injured."
I lean forward, and grab a fistful of hair at the back of his head. Not out of rage, purely to impress on him how serious I am. "What did you do? I need to know how to help Etienne, even though you obviously don't give a flying fuck about his welfare."
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<3333 I'm fine with unreliable narrator, btw, Hiromu had a head injury / whatever you like
Date: 2012-05-19 03:29 am (UTC)I lean forward, and grab a fistful of hair at the back of his head. Not out of rage, purely to impress on him how serious I am. "What did you do? I need to know how to help Etienne, even though you obviously don't give a flying fuck about his welfare."