He grunted to the pull, muscles offering no resistance. Internally he rationalized that he kept himself neat because he knew no other way; it'd always been a prime point in his life to be presentable. People didn't respect you, otherwise.
But no, he wasn't modest.
His eyes darted to watch him, expression distant and lacking the same emotion as before, especially when he smiled, laughed low. "You really think you're in control, don't you? I bet this gives you a rush."
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Date: 2009-02-25 10:10 am (UTC)But no, he wasn't modest.
His eyes darted to watch him, expression distant and lacking the same emotion as before, especially when he smiled, laughed low. "You really think you're in control, don't you? I bet this gives you a rush."