𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚕
"did that weasel just wink at me?" you gasped, turning quickly to the overly confident man that stood behind you.
"i wouldn't call him that if i were you" the man stepped forward so that he was beside you and laid a hand on your shoulder, grasping ahold of it.
"but yes he did"
you shrugged the mans hand off your shoulder and walked over to the rat-like animal.
"what do you want from me?"
he raised his hand slowly pointing forwards the metal plate that graced the side of our head.
"i want that"