One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
“Let’s not play this game, Jasper. You know where the device is. You stole it from me, and I want it back.”
Jasper yawned. It hurt like blazes, but at least he looked bored.
And when they're beating your ass once again, or shooting you as you alluded to earlier, what will matter is that you looked cool once while yawning.
I'm over this dumbass, kill him if you want.