And the psychotic mind controller managed to make Luke even angrier. Side dish?
“Look, you son of a bitch—“ There was never a good time to wear a toga but this had to be the absolute worse. Luke wasn’t even sure if his was on right. He had mostly wrapped it around his waist then threw the extra over the shoulder before the voice called and prompted him to turn around. Now face to face with Kilgrave who only seemed to half control him. “—You’re dead. Were dead for a whole year or close to it before waking up to…whatever this is!”
Why did it even bother him to be called a side dish? Jones wasn’t in his life. Luke had decided it was best for both of them. If this was a dream, it was the shittiest he’d had in a long while. Then again, he nearly snapped Killgrave’s neck. Being talked at to move back wasn’t working either.
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“Look, you son of a bitch—“ There was never a good time to wear a toga but this had to be the absolute worse. Luke wasn’t even sure if his was on right. He had mostly wrapped it around his waist then threw the extra over the shoulder before the voice called and prompted him to turn around. Now face to face with Kilgrave who only seemed to half control him. “—You’re dead. Were dead for a whole year or close to it before waking up to…whatever this is!”
Why did it even bother him to be called a side dish? Jones wasn’t in his life. Luke had decided it was best for both of them. If this was a dream, it was the shittiest he’d had in a long while. Then again, he nearly snapped Killgrave’s neck. Being talked at to move back wasn’t working either.