He'd dismiss the other person at the edge of the hall as inconsequential, only there's something supremely not-right about it. The way it talks aloud. The inflection of its speech. The way its grin stretches, and keeps stretching, and it's extremely unnerving to look at and -
Alex shifts on the spot, grip tightening on his gun, his expression hard.
"What's wrong with you?" he says, the query flat, a challenging glint springing into his eyes. If this is something wrong -
It if it something wrong, he will deal with it. As he always does.
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He'd dismiss the other person at the edge of the hall as inconsequential, only there's something supremely not-right about it. The way it talks aloud. The inflection of its speech. The way its grin stretches, and keeps stretching, and it's extremely unnerving to look at and -
Alex shifts on the spot, grip tightening on his gun, his expression hard.
"What's wrong with you?" he says, the query flat, a challenging glint springing into his eyes. If this is something wrong -
It if it something wrong, he will deal with it. As he always does.