“So hurtful!” He pressed one hand to his chest. “Look at me, I’m like a knight in shining armor, now.”
Riiight.
He doesn’t seem to have changed much, personality-wise.
“A wolf in sheep’s clothing, more like.”
“Arooo.”
Baaa.
Miss Militia stopped in the doorway. “Need rescuing?”
Yes. Yes she does.
“If you could put a bullet between his eyes, I’d owe you one.”
Heh.
“No can do.” Miss Militia offered her an apologetic grimace. “You okay, though?”
“I’m okay, thanks.”
She’ll live, but not exactly how she wants.
Miss Militia headed on her way, and Assault smiled, “Listening to her, you’d think every second in my company was torture.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Battery retorted. She turned and topped off her cup of coffee, finishing the pot.
He’s got that slimy attitude that really makes him… icky, to be around. Or read about being around.
Assault stepped in and began preparing the next pot. It would have been a nice gesture if it weren’t for the smug look on his face.
“You can’t get away from me!”
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