[instincts tell dexter to reach into his back pocket and slip some m99 into this guy's system, but his mind tells his instincts to back down. maybe the man is just an idiot.
dexter straightens, but his demeanor, no matter how cool, has a touch of darkness beneath it.]
What are you doing here?
[naturally defensive over a crime scene, of course.]
no subject
dexter straightens, but his demeanor, no matter how cool, has a touch of darkness beneath it.]
What are you doing here?
[naturally defensive over a crime scene, of course.]