Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
525 · Voice lines
You will attain a place on this shelf one day... or die trying!
He is trying to retain his jolly façade, but the underlying sadness casts a deep shadow over his wrinkled face.
Real policemen have uniforms too, by the way. Where's yours?
He's in plainclothes. Voluntarily. It's different from not knowing where your uniform is.
Right. It's better to not ask too many questions, lest people start thinking you're a cop or something.
The determination in his voice leaves little room for doubt in his sincerity. He means every word. Needs to be taken seriously.
The pants are totally okay, don't listen to her, she's trying to give you body image problems.
What is this Mr. Du Bois he keeps repeating? What is he trying to pull here? You need to cool the fuck down, CHILL.
You want to cry? God, you're weak. Whatever you do, don't cry. He'll think you're disgusting.
Maybe you could use your hands somehow? In a kind of throwing motion? Like you're throwing that Mr. Du Bois act right back at him. He's Mr. Du Bois!
The folding chair looks like a torture device. Extremely uncomfortable.
With a mixture of expectation and impatience, well bottled.
His tone is totally different now. The jolly man of the people is gone and so is the smile.
Fuck yes! You're part of the old guard, the ancient guard -- the most corrupt, unholy cops in the land. Chill out like the black dragon you are.