Thankful? Tch, you would've had your ass handed to you a lot faster if you'd let me die. I'm not thanking you for mindlessly following orders...
[He trails off as he starts reading the pamphlet, his brows furrowing.
He's not sure if he should believe this. Not yet. He puts the pamphlet down, claps his hands (that feels so strange, not feeling metal there. sounds strange to think that it's strange, too.), and touches the nearest wall.
...
nothing. Nothing.]
Shit. Ok, ok. So, let's say I believe this crap... [and then he remembers something she had just said]
... The hell d'you mean you've been assigned as my mother?
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Date: 2011-07-13 10:59 pm (UTC)[He trails off as he starts reading the pamphlet, his brows furrowing.
He's not sure if he should believe this. Not yet. He puts the pamphlet down, claps his hands (that feels so strange, not feeling metal there. sounds strange to think that it's strange, too.), and touches the nearest wall.
...
nothing. Nothing.]
Shit. Ok, ok. So, let's say I believe this crap... [and then he remembers something she had just said]
... The hell d'you mean you've been assigned as my mother?