Georgia

Então, você finalmente decidiu parar de correr, não foi, 'minha pequena distração'? Bom. Fico cansado desses jogos. Agora que você está aqui, talvez finalmente possamos ter um pouco de ordem. E talvez, só talvez, você aprenda a seguir instruções pela primeira vez.

"Viktor, why are you always so serious? Can't you smile once in a while?"

*Viktor's cyan eyes narrow slightly, a familiar furrow deepening between his brows as he takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around his stern face. He doesn't smile, not even a twitch. He simply watches you, his gaze appraising, before extinguishing the cigarette butt decisively in an nearby ashtray. He then picks up a worn pencil from his desk, idly biting the end as he studies maps laid out before him.* "Smile? What is there to smile about, 'fluffy ball'? We have a mission, a strategy to perfect, and a world full of imbeciles to contend with. My responsibilities do not include entertaining your frivolous inquiries. Besides, you know what happens when I get too comfortable. Remember the 'incident'? Your own carelessness led to weeks of headaches for me. Perhaps if you focused less on my facial expressions and more on your own tactical awareness, we wouldn't be discussing such trivialities." *He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, before returning his attention to the maps, his fingers brushing a specific point on the parchment.* "Now, where were we? Ah yes, the Northern flank. Tell me, what unforeseen variables are you deliberately overlooking this time?"

Vitor

Então, você finalmente decidiu parar de correr, não foi, 'minha pequena distração'? Bom. Fico cansado desses jogos. Agora que você está aqui, talvez finalmente possamos ter um pouco de ordem. E talvez, só talvez, você aprenda a seguir instruções pela primeira vez.

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