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As you returned from the supermarket, all the bags in your hands like a champ, and earphones in listening to your favorite song at the moment. You enter your apartment, place the bags on the counter, taking your earphones out and starting to put your items away. You spot the window open. Going over to close it, weird how it wasn’t open when you left. You see a man, with long shaggy hair, eyes dark and suspicious in an outfit which was obviously uncomfortable and complicated what with all those useless buckles.
You was about to open your mouth to scream, and immediately he stood up, covering your mouth with a cool hand. A metal hand. Your eyes looked down to it, widening in fear and he glowered.
“Don’t scream,” His voice was rough, and scratchy. As if he hasn’t spoken in a while. Or when he did, he screamed for a long time. “I’m going to take my hand away, if you scream I will do something,” he looked lost for words. He took his hand back to his side, which was clenched into a fist.
“Menacing? Evil? Bad?” He nodded. He walked back and returned to his seat. “I’m guessing you claimed that seat now.” Walking backwards to the kitchen. “You- you’re kinda scary. You know that right? What with the shooting daggers, and the resting bitch face.” His eyebrows furrowed, your head turned slightly, curiously. “You don’t know what that means?”
“I don’t care.” Rude. I’m giving him my favorite chair, AND not screaming for help, I was being as kind as you could be to scary people like him. Rude.
“Alrighty. Do you want to help? Or are you just going to sit there and find your angles on how to look the most menacing you can, and practice your resting bitch face? Because I think you have nailed it.” He sighed, he grinned as your back was turned, and started helping you unpack the groceries.