yeah, they were fucked! screwed! damned! more damned than they were ALREADY DAMNED! it wasn’t their fault! what did anyone expect out of a bunch of glorified, corporate demons!? waitresses spat in peoples’ food; so could they be exempt from the same impulse?!
“i mean.” they averted their gaze. maybe if they LOOKED liked a kicked bitch, he would take pity on them. “it– it took me forever t’fix my hair this good, th—-at’s a bit unnecessary, right?”
UNNECESSARY.
everything he did could be considered HIGHLY UNNECESSARY, but did he care? no, not really. why even care about the thoughts of someone like them? they were NOTHING – worse than humans. changed into servants (of a sort) and still so IGNORANT of the things at play around them.
“i’ll be the one to DEEM what is unnecessary or otherwise.” his voice sounded disgusted, but it was an act – he didn’t care what they tried to put up as a defense. in truth, it was amusing – he just would NEVER admit that. “got it?”