Grif’s eyes rolled up. Well, not up. Floorward. “Did it occur to any of you guys to talk to me? And I mean talk to me, not whatever the hell this is.”
Because this was on another fucking level, as far as he was concerned. He was hanging from the ceiling being hit in the face. What the fuck was this?
“Talking. Just to me. Not in front of anybody else? Maybe in person, even? For like two seconds?”
That was important. It… he couldn’t just tell them why it was important because even he wasn’t sure why it was. But they couldn’t have nailed him to something serious on the comms like that. Not on a public channel. Not where people could see. Not Grif, not in a million years.
“I can’t believe you guys actually believe I think you’re not people.”
He was amazed. Amazed and… kind of hurt, actually. Grif hadn’t realized they’d thought this badly of him. He was an ass, sure. He tried. But it was different, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
He’d thought they were playing too.
“Do you even pay any attention around here? I give shit to everybody. It’s what I’m for. Dexter Grif. Team asshole."
It was nothing personal.
"So fine. No more cutesy shifty bullshit. Whatever. But fuck you, and fuck your shitty self-righteous attitude, and if cornering me and beating me up is the only way you can talk to me, then Nick? You guys've got some fucking problems that I can not help you with."
Grif spat at Nick's feet.
He hadn't been mad, before. He hadn't been serious. It had all just been fun silly space internet games.
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Grif’s eyes rolled up. Well, not up. Floorward. “Did it occur to any of you guys to talk to me? And I mean talk to me, not whatever the hell this is.”
Because this was on another fucking level, as far as he was concerned. He was hanging from the ceiling being hit in the face. What the fuck was this?
“Talking. Just to me. Not in front of anybody else? Maybe in person, even? For like two seconds?”
That was important. It… he couldn’t just tell them why it was important because even he wasn’t sure why it was. But they couldn’t have nailed him to something serious on the comms like that. Not on a public channel. Not where people could see. Not Grif, not in a million years.
“I can’t believe you guys actually believe I think you’re not people.”
He was amazed. Amazed and… kind of hurt, actually. Grif hadn’t realized they’d thought this badly of him. He was an ass, sure. He tried. But it was different, it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
He’d thought they were playing too.
“Do you even pay any attention around here? I give shit to everybody. It’s what I’m for. Dexter Grif. Team asshole."
It was nothing personal.
"So fine. No more cutesy shifty bullshit. Whatever. But fuck you, and fuck your shitty self-righteous attitude, and if cornering me and beating me up is the only way you can talk to me, then Nick? You guys've got some fucking problems that I can not help you with."
Grif spat at Nick's feet.
He hadn't been mad, before. He hadn't been serious. It had all just been fun silly space internet games.
Not anymore.