❝ sir would you please step out of the vehicle and demonstrate your white boy lyrical flow. ❞
MORTUUS— THE WORDS THE OTHER WAS saying might as well have been a riddle, because it sure made no sense to him. Unable to really process it, he ends up just kind of freezing, staring at the other with a single eyebrow raising slightly to express whatever confusion he can aside from his evident freezing. A total bluescreen, so to speak.
At some point he's going to have to move, but he really needs a moment.









