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>Smile slightly at Uno.
>Smile as asked.
[HEARTLESS] You're not smiling either.
"Come on, baby, cheer up. We're still here, aren't we?" He waves his hand and plucks a handkerchief with a flourish. His tongue clicks, obviously proud of the little trick. "Hey. You'll need this more than I do."
>Acquired John's Handkerchief
>Made with black silk locally harvested from giant spiders. A revolver and the letter S is embroidered on one corner.
"I... Mmm. Thanks," you murmur.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He tries to strike up a conversation. This man, who threatened to shoot you not a few minutes ago. And since you don't feel like talking to begin with...
You stare at him in dead silence until he gets the hint.
Whatever tatters of his smile fade entirely. He rubs his nose and looks down without another word, pressed by the overwhelming silence at the table to remain as such. Everyone is uncomfortable and unmoving. The entire world, on pause.
But I am thinking...
>QUESTION: If you keep clowning on Uno at this rate and he doesn't kill you, what does that mean?
>And what are the chances to turn this guy's head into a rebar shishkebab when he isn't looking and get away with it.
What does it mean?
[HEARTLESS] You know what he's trying to get at...
No matter how you look at his face, no matter if he's not smiling now, you can't help but see the uncomfortable, inappropriate, leering smirk etched across his face. It's there, only hiding under the surface. Thinking about the return of that expression makes you more and more uneasy.
So if he's trying to hit on you, if Tres weren't there... You don't know what will happen next. You don't really want to think what will happen next. You and him together? He's the most doglike among these other dogs. He'll be smiling as he puts a bullet in your head.
Or worse.
You sit there quietly, staring at the grounds at bottom of your empty cup.
You should get him alone on even footing. You and the Agent. Always smiling. No. Wouldn't work. He'd <span class="mu-i">kill</span> you. Or... He'd have his fun, one way or another.
So how about running him through when he isn't looking? Rip him open from behind. Bear the pipes and powerlines of his own flesh for all the world to see. Maybe the zombies will get to him first and you could simply close your eyes and walk away from all the mess. If the others won't get to you first.
[MADNESS] There's a lot to think about, but the most important thing to keep in mind is that murdering your recruiter less than an hour into being hired is going to make a terrible first impression on your new coworkers.
How the hell would you put that incident on your resume? You squirm on your seat. Just thinking about it is starting to make you sweating...
So you do your best to not to think at all.
>SUPPRESS verb acquired.
>Instantly separates thought from delusion. Increases success rate but numbs emotional processes. You can fantasize all you want once you're in a safer place. After all this...