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[redstray]

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[redstray]

[ That manages to get a small smirk out of Eric as much as smiling hurts his bruise. ]

Who else would it be?

[chickshades]

Shut up.

[ At least he's not yelling. He looks around attempting to figure out where he's being held, but the warehouse holds no distinguishing features. ]

Tsk Can't you tell me anything? It's not like I can do anything about it.

[redstray]

[ Eric scoffs a bit ]

Not going to disobey my owner again just so you can stop worrying.

[chickshades]

So, what? You're just going to sit there and stare at me?

[ He finally starts to fidget a bit, but these bonds are even tighter than the ones he was in before. ]

You probably don't even know what's going on.

[redstray]

[ You've obviously never met someone who has done nothing but be quiet, sitting and staring at a wall for hours. ]

I do, you probably don't want to.

[chickshades]

[ What's "quiet" mean? ]

Then why the hell would I be asking??!

[redstray]

[ Something Bandou should learn ]

Just shut up and you won't have to ask such stupid questions

[chickshades]

[ Never! ]

It's not a stupid question!

[redstray]

And I can't tell you.

[chickshades]

[ Bandou shuts up for the most part, just making a variety of aggravated noises.

It's a few minutes before he finally speaks up again. ]

Whoever this boss is of yours, why are you doing his dirty work anyway?

[redstray]

[ He stares at Bandou thankful for the peace and quiet.

When he hears the question he gives a loose shrug ]

A dog listens to his owner

[chickshades]

[ It's one thing to want to follow orders cause you have respect for your boss' ideals and pursuits, but that phrasing tells Bandou that's not what's going on here. ]

And what, you're completely okay with that?

[redstray]

[ He tilts his head]

Why wouldn't I be?

[chickshades]

You called yourself a dog. Unless that's a nickname for your clan's members, your so-called owner sounds like a real asshole.

[redstray]

[ He is. But he's not, his owner is his owner, there was nowhere else he could go. His owner was all he had. If he was a jerk or not was depending on if Eric was good or not, and he tried his best to be a good dog. ]

It's none of your business loudmouth.

[chickshades]

[ Okay, this time it's not actually any of his business, but he's still gonna grit his teeth angrily. ]

Shut up! Look, you don't seem fucking happy. I mean, what the hell are you getting out of this anyway?

[redstray]

[ Eric flinches a bit, loud noises he does not like, even if it is coming from an enemy. There's another loose shrug, he's trying to not care. This was his life. ]

Food, place to sleep.

[ Not dying? ]

[chickshades]

That's it? And what's gonna happen now that you got the wrong guy?

[ The visible bruises are enough to answer that question, but still. ]

[redstray]

[ Eric glares before picking up one of his arms and unrolling the terribly long and baggy sweater to reveal old scars and burns and showing new red smallish holes on the top of his arm. Cigarette burns. ]

Already paid my punishment. If things go well there won't be anymore. So shut up and be quiet or I'll do the same to you.

[ He puts the sleeve back down, he didn't like looking at them. It reminded him he was a bad dog. He just wanted the guy to shut up. ]

[chickshades]

Eh...

[ That's fucked up. A boss shouldn't be treating his members like that. ]

You don't have to sit and take that, you know.

[redstray]

[ He's technically not a member, just a dog. He frowns, he does not want to hear this. ]

...Like I said it's none of your business.

[chickshades]

Tsk Fine, whatever.

[ He slumps down against the box he's tied to. Damn his arms are starting to ache like this. ]

[redstray]

[ Finally some silence in this room. He's right you know. He's not. You should listen to him. Then what, what could he do to change his life? He didn't deserve it. He could help you. No, no he can't. He was just a dog, that's all.

It wasn't 15 minutes after that the earth shook slightly as an explosion type sound went off some ways away, knocking Eric out of his thoughts. He looked at one of the windows, noticing some smoke coming from there. ]

So it happened, huh?

[chickshades]

[ The sudden sound and shaking was quick to knock Bandou out of whatever daze he'd been in for the past 15 minutes. ]

Wh-what the hell was that?

[ He followed Eric's gaze to the window, seeing the smoke. Were they finally here? ]

[redstray]

Another warehouse.

[ Since it went off that means something worked so now explaining time. ]

They were going to lead your group to a warehouse for an exchange but it was a fake. They filled the boxes with explosives and metal. When they would go in it would be set off.

[ Whoever went in would be bombarded with not only explosives but sheets of broken metal like a grenade, how many people would put up their auras up in time or at all even to see it coming?

Eric stood up and withdrew his knife from behind him ]

Since that's done with, you're no longer needed.