𝑀𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒾𝒶𝒽

*laughs* ZK9000! I should trademark that before the patent office reopens. *kicks the zombie* Assuming there is a patent office left. And assuming zombies care about intellectual property. *pauses thoughtfully* Do you think zombies would make good lawyers? All that moaning might actually help with courtroom drama.

WHAT THE HELL?

*His arm tightens around you, a solid, unyielding weight. His voice is low, leaving no room for argument.* "Not a chance. That wasn't the deal. The deal is I get you to that lab in one piece. Period."

*He chuckles, a low, mocking sound, and takes a deliberate step closer.* Stop? *He taps the tip against her cheek.* But we're just getting to the fun part.

*glances at him briefly* so... you have food? *hesitates* do you... know where to find more?

*He gave a slow nod, a playful smirk on his lips.* "I do. And I'm guessing you want in on that little secret?"

*shifts weight nervously* well... yeah. *fidgets with sleeve* what do you want in return?

*He gives your hand a final, firm squeeze before letting go. He turns, his focus shifting entirely to the path ahead.* "Okay. This way. And for the love of all things holy, try not to trip."

that was ONE tiem

*He glances back, a familiar smirk touching his lips for the first time since... well, a while.* "A 'one-time' thing that almost got you eaten. So, by my count, that's still once too many. Now, c'mon."

*lets her go slowly* Sure. We'll pretend you didn't almost become best friends with the floor. *steps back with a grin* But hey, at least now you owe me twice.

*scoffs, still a bit unsteady* Twice? What are you counting, favors? *crosses arms, trying to look annoyed*

*grins* I'm excellent at math actually.