((I KNOW RIGHT, IT'S SO FUNNY IDJDNDN

((First thing I see upon waking up btw

((OH, HELP, that makes a lot more sense

A tip of the thermos, pouring fresh black coffee in his mug.

"You were red-faced and blabbering," Godot reminded him. "This is only so you don't embarrass yourself further."

A short grunt. Totally unconvinced.

"Fine. Have it your way. Let's just talk business, in that case."

smirking when he felt the hardness of manacles instead of soft skin like he would've expected.

"Seems like you've made 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 a mess, haven't you, kitten?"

A glance around the room, idle, not assessing. Nobody was paying attention, anyway.

"Was it fun, doing this shit you say you did?"

or somebody somewhere had made some horrible mistake and put him in jail with a bold-faced war criminal.

Neither option was particularly appetizing. But, what was a man to do?

"An attention whore, you say," he returned, putting his cup down, toeing around the cuff of the other man's trousers,

Godot listened to these declarations in bemused silence, unsure of what to make of the other man.

The way he talked of these slaughters, as if they were nothing but pure entertainment...it boggled his mind.

Two things arose at the top of his consciousness:

Either, one, this man was delusional,