( He's aware he's being watched; a man as paranoid as Frank Castle, it's nigh impossible to spend any amount of time with your eyes on him before that short-cropped hair at the back of his neck starts prickling up. But Cable's doing it in such a blatant, un-sneaky way, that actually makes it a little less unsettling than if he were trying to be subtle.
Frank thinks, for several foolish minutes, that if he just ignores whoever it is, they'll eventually go away and leave him alone. This, of course, does not happen — and so there's a certain level of tired resignation in him when he ultimately reels himself out from under the hood and shoots a sideways look at the source of the voice. )
Apparently.
( It's deadpan, and laced ever-so-slightly with disdain. Yeah, wouldn't have been his first choice either, but when it came down to making his pick, it was the only goddamn option with a full roof. He's seen jackasses around here running around with motorcycles, and all it's gonna take is one bullet-spray or hailstorm for them to regret that decision. Couldn't be him, thanks.
And then, a little more impatiently: )
You need somethin', or is the TV here just that bad?
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Frank thinks, for several foolish minutes, that if he just ignores whoever it is, they'll eventually go away and leave him alone. This, of course, does not happen — and so there's a certain level of tired resignation in him when he ultimately reels himself out from under the hood and shoots a sideways look at the source of the voice. )
Apparently.
( It's deadpan, and laced ever-so-slightly with disdain. Yeah, wouldn't have been his first choice either, but when it came down to making his pick, it was the only goddamn option with a full roof. He's seen jackasses around here running around with motorcycles, and all it's gonna take is one bullet-spray or hailstorm for them to regret that decision. Couldn't be him, thanks.
And then, a little more impatiently: )
You need somethin', or is the TV here just that bad?