[The guy sitting on the other side of the device from him is a heavily pierced blond whose expression radiates both boredom and annoyance. He lets out a low grumble and clicks his tongue as the seconds tick by.
The word on the paper is 'MURDER.'
His tone is obnoxiously composed to the point of smooth detachment.]
Hey. Murderer. Start talking about what you did.
[Noiz knows it has to be this pathetic guy's sin, because he's never gone further than assault of some sort or another.]
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The word on the paper is 'MURDER.'
His tone is obnoxiously composed to the point of smooth detachment.]
Hey. Murderer. Start talking about what you did.
[Noiz knows it has to be this pathetic guy's sin, because he's never gone further than assault of some sort or another.]