"There's something of mine in a shed out by the Bluffs. My understanding is that the shed belongs to you, is that right?" Her smile widens just so. "I'm wondering if I can repay you for the cost of it so that I can have it returned to me."
And there it is. Jon tries to play it off as best as he possibly can, but he can't help the way that his hand tightens against the edge of the counter, that subtle tightening of muscles of a trod-upon nerve.
"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm not looking to sell it. I understand your... connection to it, and I can appreciate that much, but---"
Before he can say another word, a hand snaps out and catches his jaw, pressing into his cheeks to force his teeth apart. Dull points from her nails dig into the flesh there. She makes intense eye contact.
"It's not a connection. It's mine. And you can relinquish my property the easy way or the hard way."
Jon's face instantly drops to terror, a sharp breath taken through his nose, and a hand snaps up to catch her arm. He doesn't dare try to pull her away, though - not with the way those nails dig. A sickly vision of his face being pulled away like clay from a block rises to his mind, and try as he might, he can't shake it.
"L--- let go of me," he tries to manage, though it's barely coherent, with how his jaw his held open. His other hand fumbles the counter, searching. For what? A tool to push her away, something to call someone over? He isn't even sure, but he needs something.
"You are never going to see that grinder," Jon shoots back, fear turning to boiling anger the instant that he's free, even in spite of the half-step that he takes back. "And you'd do well to get the fuck out of my shop."
Same shit, different Avatars. He's going to need a hand making sure that thing never sees enough light of day to get found.
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Date: 2025-01-27 11:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-28 11:09 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that I'm not looking to sell it. I understand your... connection to it, and I can appreciate that much, but---"
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Date: 2025-01-29 02:09 am (UTC)"It's not a connection. It's mine. And you can relinquish my property the easy way or the hard way."
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Date: 2025-02-03 12:02 am (UTC)"L--- let go of me," he tries to manage, though it's barely coherent, with how his jaw his held open. His other hand fumbles the counter, searching. For what? A tool to push her away, something to call someone over? He isn't even sure, but he needs something.
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Date: 2025-02-09 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-02-10 02:35 am (UTC)"N--- no."
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Date: 2025-02-10 05:30 pm (UTC)"Oh, honey, you're going to regret that. Because I will get it. I'm just going to make sure that it's a really terrible experience for you."
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Date: 2025-02-12 10:08 pm (UTC)Same shit, different Avatars. He's going to need a hand making sure that thing never sees enough light of day to get found.