God Complex
You say nothing at all, barely even acknowledging Uriel and Michael next to you. They are slightly perturbed by this at first, but continue spewing their word vomit at you a moment later. Pulling your padding onto your shoulders and chest, you raise an eyebrow to the floor and zone out for a moment. These two dildos usually don't have anything good to say anyway.
What you don't expect is to be pushed into a locker by the arm of your "companion". Uriel glares at you, pulling his arm back and shifting his eyes to Michael next to him.
"What's your problem?" he spits, grinning to himself with a devious smile. Not at all like he was planning anything, but because that was his usual facial expression.
What you don't expect is to be pushed into a locker by the arm of your "companion". Uriel glares at you, pulling his arm back and shifting his eyes to Michael next to him.
"What's your problem?" he spits, grinning to himself with a devious smile. Not at all like he was planning anything, but because that was his usual facial expression.