#hostilestray

Swift stomps accorded in prodigious strides as knuckles arose with clutched fingers; a display of piqued frustration finished off with a grumble tailed to remark, and though exhalation gained a course of stagger, it had been subtle. "You bastards almost left me behind." 

"If you're looking for your little doggy treats, they ain't here," Nero said, already aware of who was advancing toward the chapel. The knight laid upon one of the benches that were pushed into uneven rows due to the attack-- and Nero's laziness, of not aligning them yet.

“Excuse me, I’d like to return this plate of food. There seems to be a fucking eyebrow in it.”

"The person didn't even order anything yet and you ask them what did they order again? Are you trying to get us fired?"

“— When we get our paychecks.”

"If anyone asks why there was a white strand of hair on their food, it's all yours, Haine."