You're Joking...right? // Chapter 1 // Gear
Gear furrowed his brows, glaring down at the bear. This. Was. A. Joke. He knew it, it had to be. He looked over the rules list, reading it over and over in his head. The teacher was sleeping, probably. The bear was a puppet, a sick joke.
For the first time since arriving, he spoke up. “Yer jokin’. Yer fuckin’ jokin’, cu’ th’ bullshit, I know y’ lyin’.” He growled. Well that short sentance made it obvious why he didn’t talk, that accent was so thick you could stick a knife in it. But, not important.
He went to waltz up to the bear, give it a piece of his mind. That is until he felt someone grab his arm and pull him back, to stop him from doing so. “Oy! Whatd’ya think y’ doin’?!”
Inku took a few steps back. Man, this guy's tone was enough to scare the skin out of someone. And when he took a moment to think about it it was quite clear there was something- no his whole demeaner that was scary about him.
It was at that point that it also clicked to him that the kid had asked him a question.
"Well- you wanna be careful around that thing, right? You don't know what kinda things it's capable of. Perhaps going off on one right now isn't such a good idea."