Recently such pique was on the mind of the great known doctor. Being a medic and the only possible engineer for the gang consumed him. Aggravated for the sudden conflict Deimos and Sanford had caused tantrums, he scold them both severely swearing he will for once proceed on removing their mouths surgically.
Pff- He ain't fooling you with that crap. He won't even do such a flimsy retort at both of them. Not like he can, either way, you knew he didn't have that certain knowledge but he did get quite the hot-headed moments. 'Poor fool' you thought, he was quite the show to watch attempting.
"Getting another scolding?" You chuckled, both men turning their heads at you. They only nodded grimly before the smoker himself spoke.
(Yo- why do I sound like an actual literature book? (((0_0))) haha nop- not the right book for sure)
(I am concerned, is my grammar Oki?)
"He keeps getting at it. Poor ass, bet he ain't even get a good ol' fuck." He grimaced as he pondered some moments. Head-turning to view you, he grinned. 'Oh, boy' thinking to yourself that his grins were the pure malice.
"I dare- you to piss the man off he'll kill you." Sanford perked up at his tone, he knew nothing good will come out of this. They both are known to cause 2B annoyance, although you? He thought that you might have to make a run for it. 'Course you wouldn't take the dare, you ain't that foolish.
"Bet you he won't even lay a finger on me." You smirked as Sanford was caught off, didn't expect that acceptance from your part.
"You have to be dim-witted enough to do that," Sanford replied but even if he were to pry on making you change your mind. You weren't going to let him do that. You accepted a deal to the very one devil. Either you die, or be humiliated by this scum. Haha, you were honestly nervous but doing this dare wouldn't be bad. After all, not like there's much to do anyway.
