Paintedsky
Good Old-Fashioned Villain
Frowning as she argued against him, Simon debated for a minute before sighing, turning round and kicking out at the bedside table miserably. "Fine. But tomorrow, at the latest." Clearly now in a foul mood, Simon went to the door. "I'm going to get food. I'm locking you two here. For your own safety," he added as an after thought, slamming the door shut behind him and locking it as promised.
"Well…" Dez said slowly, "that went swimmingly."
"Well…" Dez said slowly, "that went swimmingly."