InsanEleven
King Allyn the Autistic
When this girl somehow figured she'd grab his arm Saami just pulled back kind of shocked, unable to maintain a straight face. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" He was somewhere inbetween being infuriated and wondering if she was mentally ill or something. "Get your own goddamn food!" If he'd had any patience to begin with, it was gone now for sure. For a moment he wondered if he should shove her away and make a run for it, but figured he would make do with the last part of that idea. Why the hell does she want my food anyway? Did I use crack instead of flour?!
No time to think about that. Right now he just wanted to get the hell away from this weirdo. Coming to Verglas he'd hoped to avoid all attention, waiting the whole 'killing machine gone haywire' bullshit out. The last thing he needed was to draw attention on himself assaulting some girl, because of course it'd be always him assaulting her, and not the other way around. So he did what any sensible person would do in his situation: immediately turn around and make a run for it.
And he was able to run pretty damn fast, so he'd probably be able to get some distance between him and the muffin maniac. Hopefully enough to get away in the crowds that grew ever denser. Yet when he scoured the reflections in the shop windows, focused on the footsteps... she was still right behind him. How? What cursed creature could keep up with him?! Or would go through that effort for fucking breakfast?! Maybe if he timed it right... reached the shuttle back to the spacedock at the exact moment the doors closed. They were automated to fly exactly on time; he could do it. It seemed overkill, but it was the only sure plan, because she didn't exactly seem about to give up. Not even a mile in.
No time to think about that. Right now he just wanted to get the hell away from this weirdo. Coming to Verglas he'd hoped to avoid all attention, waiting the whole 'killing machine gone haywire' bullshit out. The last thing he needed was to draw attention on himself assaulting some girl, because of course it'd be always him assaulting her, and not the other way around. So he did what any sensible person would do in his situation: immediately turn around and make a run for it.
And he was able to run pretty damn fast, so he'd probably be able to get some distance between him and the muffin maniac. Hopefully enough to get away in the crowds that grew ever denser. Yet when he scoured the reflections in the shop windows, focused on the footsteps... she was still right behind him. How? What cursed creature could keep up with him?! Or would go through that effort for fucking breakfast?! Maybe if he timed it right... reached the shuttle back to the spacedock at the exact moment the doors closed. They were automated to fly exactly on time; he could do it. It seemed overkill, but it was the only sure plan, because she didn't exactly seem about to give up. Not even a mile in.