[ Luka holds his gaze stead, glaring daggers at the man on the other side of the glass, in spite of his heartbeat thundering in his ears at a rapid, terrified pace. This man wants to take him apart, piece by piece, and Luka is powerless to stop him. ]
Fuck off.
[ That's all he says, bitten out and full of venom before he turns away. He does not turn back around, instead keeping his hands balled at his sides and his gaze on some random point on the floor.
He's done talking. It didn't do him any good, anyway. ]
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Fuck off.
[ That's all he says, bitten out and full of venom before he turns away. He does not turn back around, instead keeping his hands balled at his sides and his gaze on some random point on the floor.
He's done talking. It didn't do him any good, anyway. ]