//a kitsune, an interrogation, and on-camera insults [or, a few snippets]

“I need a left hand matching these dimensions.” The guard glanced at the door. “Don’t worry,” Oscar continued, his anger softening just enough to allow him to say, “it’s not like I’m going to tell the P-R. Not sure we could communicate anyways; I don’t speak jackass.” “You’re on camera,” said the guard… Continue reading //a kitsune, an interrogation, and on-camera insults [or, a fewsnippets]