Jun 25, 2025
@vsagis / cont.
And put his hands up he does. Slowly, with relaxation reflecting in his eyes so clearly it borders offensive, and a smirk that can only mean one thing.
“Sure thing, sir,” the villain mocks, “Are you going to cuff me now?”
Present Mic has the other cornered, there's literally nowhere for him to run. And yet, the smirk, the relaxation - everything pings alarms in Mic's brain. There's unplayed cards on the field, something up the other's sleeve.
"Yes," he admits, approaching though not without some hesitance and caution. Because what else is he supposed to do? He can't just let him stay uncuffed. "And you're going to behave, right?"
