@leslienkyle asked:
“Let me out of the door. Let me out… let me out of this freaking door.”
Skyrim || Acceptin’
“Sorry, buddy. No can do.” He slouched against the front of the restroom door, a piece of pipe shoved through the handle to prevent it from being pulled open.
“Got my orders, protect the fair citizens of Wall Market until the monster threat is neutralized, yanno?” He tapped the silver edge of his baton against his shoulder, yawning. “Just doin’ my job, lookin’ out for the patrons of this restaurant.”
Nevermind that the “threat” turned out to be nothing more than a rather large wererat that happened to get into some brightly colored paint, and was currently being chased around the alley outside by his partner.
“You can thank me later, yo~.”
