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Oliver. King. (cyprian) wrote in bellumlogs,

Okay, now he saw the gun. His adorably lopsided smile actually slipped out of place and Trenton might have only just verified that these two assholes really broke down his door. His fucking door? What the hell, they couldn't have knocked? He'd probably have stupidly let them in, like he'd done in the case of the man with the knife! The urge to curse and whine was immediate, but he wisely said nothing while one of the men, Micah apparently, started growling at him in another language. "Look, I don't speak Italian.."

He regarded the nameless one for a moment of silence that bordered on intensity, trying to discern how serious they were. Well, there was a gun.. so that was already a bad sign. His eyes widened a little at the idea of getting shot, but between the drugs and the awareness that he was practically an immortal robot from space now, he just couldn't be too worried about that. Being labeled a murderer and a rapist, though? That made him wince visibly.

Finally, he cleared his throat, "I didn't murder or rape anybody.." Those were strong words for anything Trenton might have done recently. Yes, someone might have died.. but it wasn't HIS fault!