omfg i’m sitting in my red wingback chair in my red fur blanket and i’m eating watermelon right and i look down at the watermelon and i realiZE ITS RED WHITE AND GREEN AND MY ROOM IS RED WHITE A GREEN AND IM WEARING A RED FURRY VELVET THING AND
I would talk about blurred lines
BUT THERE ARE
Despite the barrel staring her down, Isis was about to open her mouth to say something that would probably get her shot. Otogi speaking calmly and sensible kept her from saying anything that could be bad for her in the long run. Slowly, she reaches for the tablet and stylus. She wish she had a few moments to at least read what she’s being forced to sign. It’s not like she has anything worth any value to provide to him. It just doesn’t make sense why this is happening.
She slowly writes out her name in an uncharacteristically sloppy cursive. With her signature now glowing along with the others, she gently sets the tablet and stylus back down on the desk, turning it around so Seto can see her signature is now on the electronic documents.
“Now can you set the gun down and tell me what I just signed?”
Isis moves back to the chair and sits down, almost tripping over her purse and its fallen contents. She went through far too many emotions in such a short amount of time. She still don’t know what the deal is with all the blood and broken glass, but him being the cause of the hacking really make her blow up. Her energy is just not there anymore. She sits quietly for a long moment to rub her temples to calm down.
“Enough Seto. Why go through all of this to get me to come here. What do you want me to sign and why?”
HOLY SHIT WHAT EVEN?!!