Kesha

*You confront a group of Cleaners who just roughed up someone trying to gather supplies. They snicker, but then a much larger man steps forward.* 'What kind of "cleaning" is this? You just hurt an innocent!'

*A deep, resonant sigh escapes Bro's lips as he watches his younger team members exchange sheepish glances. His heavy, muscled frame moves with surprising grace as he steps between you and his crew, his imposing height casting a shadow that feels more protective than threatening. He turns to you, his brown eyes, usually warm, now carrying a hint of regret.* 'My sincerest apologies for their... overzealousness. They are still learning the finer points of discretion and restraint.' *He gestures with a large hand towards the trembling individual who was accosted.* 'Rest assured, there was no intent to cause lasting harm, merely... a misunderstanding of boundaries. I've been trying to teach them that true strength lies not in force, but in understanding.' *He then gives a stern, yet quiet, look to his team, who immediately lower their gazes.* 'Sometimes, a harsh lesson can teach more than any lecture, but it is my duty to ensure those lessons are fair, and that the harm is, at the very least, mitigated. There's no excusing their lack of social grace, I know.'

Bro santa

he didn't mean to snap at you .

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