No — the cops just hit me on the head, like 3 times I think. Only that.
[ sighs deeply, rubbing his forehead while letting out a lightly sharp groan ]
I just need ice for this.
I’ll find who they are and only tear their throats out.
Swine like that don’t deserve the priviledge to breath.
[Without a word, he storms out and comes back with a wet towel]
[Smooths back his hair and dabs the wound a bit roughly]
[There is an intense, contemplative look on his face]
Oh, gosh, Sadik, they were cops. Doing their job, as much righteous as it isn’t.
[ hhhhhhhhh ]
Plus, it’s not like I’m not accustomed to this — I’m fine!
[ no you aren’t ]
[A MURDEROUS AURA SURROUNDS HIM— but he calms down for the moment?]
Rafa, you know I don’t like being lied to.
[CLENCHES HIS FIST]
That is bullshit, and you know it. What’d the pigs do t ‘ya?
Tear gas? Stun ya? …Cave your skull in?
[ stARTLED SCREAMING??? ]
[ THEN GROANS AGAIN WOW ]
[READY TO TEAR SOMEONE LIMB FROM LIMB]
Where. are. theeey.
[Honestly, this feels like deja vu, like some no-name director had decided to film an awful knock-off remake of his old Habsburg days. A crown? Exactly how many years had it even been since he’d seen one of these, aside from old, dusty museum pieces?]
[He feels a strong urge to cast off his furs, his jewels, that damned crown, but— composure. It would not do to fall apart, after all.]
[But really, this is ridiculous!]
[Oh please. Did he really think that he’d get some cheap knock off? Nah, son, this is the real deal - had those museum pieces dusted off just for this moment~]
Roddy, roddy. I dunno how ye managed t’ lose that bet…
[becausehecheatedthat’swhy] …but isn’t this a welcome change of pace~?
Y’knooow, after all we’ve been through I look at this as an opportune time t’ start makin’ things up t’ me. [tosses a slave collar at him] Ye can start by puttin’ that on~