[ as if awakening in an unfamiliar motel isn't quite alarming enough for one day, somebody's afternoon is quite possibly about to get that much worse. because without even the sound of footsteps to serve as warning, anyone who passes by the open door into the dim and seemingly-empty room 220 finds themselves promptly assaulted from behind. a forearm snakes sharply around their neck, and a foot connects from behind with each knee in rapid succession to buckle them so they're pinned to the floor by a shin across their calves.
then comes the sharp voice in their ear: ]
Chon yu bilaik? [ what, you didn't understand that? it's okay, she doesn't give pause for an answer either way. ] Yu na tel bilaik disha lokop ste o ai na frag yu op!
late but OTA! no fight necessary, she'll back right off 'em.
then comes the sharp voice in their ear: ]
Chon yu bilaik? [ what, you didn't understand that? it's okay, she doesn't give pause for an answer either way. ] Yu na tel bilaik disha lokop ste o ai na frag yu op!
[ somebody's apparently not screwing around. ]