[ blah blah blah, whatever, she's busy. while illya ran his mouth, caroline had to go find a soldier, get his attention, shine her fancy palm flashlight right into his corneas, and then run like hell in order to drag him away from his buddies and over to the more secluded area where mr cranky russian was currently whining about something. ]
Hey, boy, over here, [ is her extremely rude dog whistle to the una before she reaches up and (again) snaps a neck like a twig. fuck you, illya, she can do it. ]
Can you at least move the bodies instead of just standing there bitching at me?
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Hey, boy, over here, [ is her extremely rude dog whistle to the una before she reaches up and (again) snaps a neck like a twig. fuck you, illya, she can do it. ]
Can you at least move the bodies instead of just standing there bitching at me?