[there's a pop. a spark of electricity exploding like a firecracker next to his temple at the words "know your place." his fingers, extended to scoop a glass off of the table, flex into a fist for the briefest of moments before he forces himself to relax]
My place and purpose are whatever I want them to be. [smiles!] And that's the way I like it.
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My place and purpose are whatever I want them to be. [smiles!] And that's the way I like it.