Church struggled at first, confused and offended. Having no chance against armed soldiers, though, he settled for whining and bitching the entire way.
The entire way. Up until they let go of him after they practically drop him into the seat. Sneers at their backs when they move away, readjusting his top and trying to do that sniffing in disdain thing but doesn't really come off as cool as he wants it to.
"Okay, first off," he starts, which is never a good way for him to start at someone who is clearly a figure of authority, "you could tell Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over here to be a little more careful. Could've ripped my arm out of its socket." It was not that rough. "And second, what the fuck is this about?" Church crosses his arms. "Do I need a lawyer or something? ...Do you guys even have lawyers here?"
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The entire way. Up until they let go of him after they practically drop him into the seat. Sneers at their backs when they move away, readjusting his top and trying to do that sniffing in disdain thing but doesn't really come off as cool as he wants it to.
"Okay, first off," he starts, which is never a good way for him to start at someone who is clearly a figure of authority, "you could tell Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum over here to be a little more careful. Could've ripped my arm out of its socket." It was not that rough. "And second, what the fuck is this about?" Church crosses his arms. "Do I need a lawyer or something? ...Do you guys even have lawyers here?"