@fictitiousxpersona || cont.
The alien could feel the desire to bear his teeth at the other but instead grits them. Humans, always so cocky and at the worst times! Well, not much unlike him… but that was beside the point.
❝Shut it, little ears, nobody’s got time for this! Do you want the thrill ride to catch these pathetic excuses of beings, or not?❞ Maybe it’s a little rash, maybe… but it gets his anger across just fine.
S sighed, pinching his brow. “X, an Atwallen was seen in the vicinity when the Clevnusi Councilman was shot.” He responded “That doesn’t automatically mean they pulled the trigger. Hell, where would they even find a class 3 Ion Pistol? They live off the street, for crying out loud.”
S pulled a stick of gum out of his pocket, gazing at X as he unwrapped it. “Look, X...” S said, pausing only to place the stick in his mouth “I’ll help you, but only on two conditions. One, I call the shots. I don’t want you jumping the gun and compromising the entire mission. And two...”
S blew a bubble in front of X, punctuating the act with a loud pop, likely in an attempt to annoy the other.
“....I want to hear a ‘Please’.”











