[ Minuano ] :
"And here I thought we were such good friends!"
The man responded with a smarmy expression on his face, he was loving this, Jack were always such an disciplined, stern man, to see his expression fall apart like that, it was delightful beyond words. Hoever, as much as it is fun to mess with the young man’s head, Samuel didn’t came there for that, he had a clear goal in mind, and he wouldn’t give up until he gets ‘her’ back.
In a relaxed stance, the brazilian cyborg slowly circle the blonde, with his hands on his waist.
"I believe you got something of mine."
"I’m glad that she was useful to you, but if you keep her all for yourself, I’m gonna start to get jealous you know?"
"Tch. In your dreams maybe."
There was a shallowly thin, yet plain audible scowl that skipped over a pale set of lips right after, tension still lingering within every oh so small synthetic muscle and fibre because slowly, he seemed to grasp and realize that this was not just some horrid reflection of a dream or promiscuous paradoxical apparition arisen from a mind that just [ loved ] to play tricks on him.
Sam was here, right before him, in the flesh and there was no way he could be hallucinating something that sounded so real, evoked such a burning sense of hatred and [ despise ] within the deepest part of his bionic gut where everything should normally be numb like a cut through nervous system. His palms slowly began to form into fists absent-mindedly and his stern gaze is focused onto the man, zeroing in and out to catch even the smallest information and detail his body's willing to show off. The circling was unwanted, annoying, forced his brows to twitch and his footing to shift uncomfortably. Like a piece of meat, fresh and served on a silver platter -- that's exactly how he felt right now.
[ She ] . . . he needed a while to dig the meaning out of his words but eventually, he began to see and understand. "How noble of you to think of and care for your precious 'girl'" A nonchalant shrug. There's no sense in denying the truth. And a rightful owner's sword so he'd be kind enough to tell him about it just this once.
" -- The sword's in safe hands, however. Wolf's got it stored away."