I Am The Lord Thy God (3)

Right after the suspected Protagonist made that declaration seemingly on behalf of everyone here, the thuggish guy spat.

"Peh, fuck, missy, ya really gotta chill ya ass down a tad, ey? Thought I already told ya's, but even'f I play nice wit'cha, I ain't listenin' to anyone'a ya's, ah?"

"Do you think it matters what your opinion is, ruffian? I did not ask, in fact. Nobody shall be isolated, and that is that."

"...Huh. Yeah, ya too flat ta be throwin' ya weight aroun' like that, ey? Maybe if ya had some bigger jugs, but'cha think I'd be listenin' to a washboard like ya's? Teh. Nah."

Saying that, he snorted a laugh and turned his head dismissively―at which moment, something seemed to catch his attention, as he instead approached a person who had yet to squeak a word in our "group".

It was a girl of seemingly similar age to the highschooler boy from earlier.

"Op. Ey, ta."

"Eek-!"