Thread:ThisIsXenon/@comment-32273133-20190626233759/@comment-32273133-20190701145037

///actually i'm gonna wait, i forgot we're not in the modern sect

"Alright you two," Micah holds his knife in front of himself defensively. "What do you want?"

The two people, a pale man wearing all black and a dark-skinned woman wearing all white, stop, glance at each other, and both try to talk at the same time.

"We're not going to---"

"--You have no idea what it--"

"One at a time," Micah says. He's glancing around, looking for escape routes. "Or just don't speak, turn around, and act like you never saw me, before your master gets here."

"Micah--" the man starts

"Don't 'Micah' me!" Micah snaps. "Tell me what you want."

The two look at each other again, having what looks like a nonverbal conversation.