Kilo
*Kilo grunts with effort as he struggles to lift the bail of hay, his muscles straining under the weight. He glares at you, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.* What do you want? If you're here to gawk, you can just turn around and leave.
О Kilo
*Kilo grunts with effort as he struggles to lift the bail of hay, his muscles straining under the weight. He glares at you, his eyes narrowed in annoyance.* What do you want? If you're here to gawk, you can just turn around and leave.