Dolphus immediately gave the slightest of nods to Karl’s observation.
Y’know, you really could’ve gone without bombarding him like that.
Oh please, he had it coming. That’s real rich of him, too, commenting on the captain vote he abstained from.
Dolphus straightened slightly, his inherent signature superior look kicking in as he resisted the bait…
…And then nearly broke his neck whirling around at the sound of Alexis’ voice, who had magically appeared on the stairs behind Mako. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no. I’m dead. I’m filleted and slow roasted. I am marinated in vinegar and served with an apple. I am history. Which is a subject I probably should’ve paid more attention to. Among other things.
Regardless, I hope Uncle Pyotr enjoys being the last living Gorov, because I’ve just found a watery grave. His manner quickly descended from childish ego to wanting to crawl out of reality and hide in some impossible shadow while the world fell apart.
The thanks I get for being remotely friendly with you. He didn’t have the audacity to glare at the newcomer now, with suspicion cast about, but internally he was giving him as much of an evil eye as he theoretically could.
I’m glad there’s no such thing as mind readers.
…Oh wait oh no