01-09-2022, 04:48 PM
Was that a smirk? It was gone too fast to say for certain.
“ZeCHariah,” he repeated, paying attention to how he said it in the moment. “… Clear your throat, but near the roof of the mouth.”
He recalled that he had cleared his throat a bit before he spit on him. But bygones were conveniently bygones now.
“Would you believe me if I said yes?” Zechariah ‘answered,’ and there was a flicker of that smirk again.
Though he frowned sincerely after. He might have rejoiced at Menachem getting bludgeoned, but he would never have wanted him to die. Except for when he did.
“How are you taking this?”
“ZeCHariah,” he repeated, paying attention to how he said it in the moment. “… Clear your throat, but near the roof of the mouth.”
He recalled that he had cleared his throat a bit before he spit on him. But bygones were conveniently bygones now.
“Would you believe me if I said yes?” Zechariah ‘answered,’ and there was a flicker of that smirk again.
Though he frowned sincerely after. He might have rejoiced at Menachem getting bludgeoned, but he would never have wanted him to die. Except for when he did.
“How are you taking this?”
