@nodamnstogive continued from here.
When he sees people (in general) snooping around his place (well, the more inner-city one -- good location, a little ratty), the first instinct he has is to head down to his armory closet, find something exciting and lay fire to them.
Doubly so, considering this one smells like supe. Thatās usually not good news.
Instead, he goes the friendly avenue: charging outside, slamming the door behind him and confronting her. Just a woman who recognizes him that he doesnāt recognize himself, which really is the gut-punch in the pride.
āYou should be sorry,ā he tells her, not willing to buy the friendliness. Heās stand-offish, angry, crossing his arms and shaking his head. āEmergencies are for EMTs, not me.ā
Unfortunately, he is curious enough to bite off the screaming fit ofĀ āget the fuck outā.
āFine. Whatās the emergency? Couldnāt fucking call?ā