[ That charming quip sounds a lot like something Jamie Tartt would say and Roy thinks, fuck, there's two of them. It's a thought that almost makes him turn the gun on himself...
Instead he aims it at the door that leads to the rest of the apartment, just in case the occupier walks in and stumbles upon two random men in their home, one of whom is bleeding on their floor, and decides to respond with violence. He raises one of his crazy eyebrows at Nikolai. ] I mean, if anyone should be looking at your arm, it should be you since it's your fucking arm, but if you're gonna be the King of Ignoring Shit...
[ King of Ignoring Shit. Now there's the title Roy should have used to introduce himself.
He walks towards the nearest piece of furniture, strong enough that he doesn't need Nikolai's help to push it in front of the door, securing themselves inside the room so for the moment they don't have to worry about anyone or anything bursting in and attacking them. For now, they can focus on Nikolai's injury, which Roy intends to do until Nikolai asks his question. ]
No. [ Well, yes, but it's a long-term injury Nikolai can't help him with. Roy guesses he probably saw how he was hobbling earlier and sighs. ] My knee's been fucked for a while, alright? Unless you can cure it with charm, it ain't worth talking about. [ So drop it, his tone says before he pushes a chair towards him with his foot. ]
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Instead he aims it at the door that leads to the rest of the apartment, just in case the occupier walks in and stumbles upon two random men in their home, one of whom is bleeding on their floor, and decides to respond with violence. He raises one of his crazy eyebrows at Nikolai. ] I mean, if anyone should be looking at your arm, it should be you since it's your fucking arm, but if you're gonna be the King of Ignoring Shit...
[ King of Ignoring Shit. Now there's the title Roy should have used to introduce himself.
He walks towards the nearest piece of furniture, strong enough that he doesn't need Nikolai's help to push it in front of the door, securing themselves inside the room so for the moment they don't have to worry about anyone or anything bursting in and attacking them. For now, they can focus on Nikolai's injury, which Roy intends to do until Nikolai asks his question. ]
No. [ Well, yes, but it's a long-term injury Nikolai can't help him with. Roy guesses he probably saw how he was hobbling earlier and sighs. ] My knee's been fucked for a while, alright? Unless you can cure it with charm, it ain't worth talking about. [ So drop it, his tone says before he pushes a chair towards him with his foot. ]
Park your arse. [ He uses his Coach voice. ] Now.