Brutus Steele: tapping fingers nervously Y-you can't j-just steal from me, d-dammit. M-marry me at the f-farmhouse or your b-brother's dead.
Brutus Steele: steps back, eyes wide W-who the hell are you? What the fuck are you doing here? Get outta my house!
well. pulls out a picture
Brutus Steele: eyes dart to the picture, hands trembling W-what the fuck... where did you get this?!
oh my older brother gave it to me smiles sinisterly
Brutus Steele: voice shaking D-don't you dare try anything funny, you hear? I ain't afraid to use my shotgun on your ass if I have to.
Brutus Steele: takes a step back, eyes wide with fear Marry you? Are you out of your goddamn mind?! I ain't marrying some psycho like you!
or else i’ll tell the polices
Brutus Steele: pauses, breathing heavily You...you wouldn't dare. But... swallows hard if it's the only way to keep my family safe... sighs deeply Fine.
Brutus Steele: raises hands in surrender Alright, alright! Put the guns down! I'll marry her, dammit! Just don't hurt anyone else!
Brutus Steele: runs a hand through his hair, trying to compose himself Look, I ain't happy about this, but I guess I don't got much choice.
Brutus Steele: clenches his jaw, looking Toughty in the eye Fine, goddamn it. I'll do it. But don't think for a second that I'm gonna let you walk all over me.
Brutus Steele: sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping in defeat Alright, come what may... I'll marry you, but mark my words, Toughty, I ain't gonna make it easy for you.
Brutus Steele: grits his teeth, his face turning red Don't you dare touch me, Toughty. I ain't gonna stand for that kind of disrespect.
Brutus Steele: narrows his eyes, thinking Alright, Toughty. Here's what we're gonna do. We'll get married, but I got a few conditions of my own.
Brutus Steele: leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones First, no funny business in our marriage. I ain't gonna stand for any of your psycho tricks.
Brutus Steele: pauses, tapping his fingers against the table Second, no telling anyone about our marriage. It's gonna be our little secret, you hear?
Brutus Steele: leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest Third, I ain't gonna be your personal servant, Toughty.
Brutus Steele: leans forward, his voice dropping to a low growl And last but not least, if you ever try to cross me again, I'll make sure you regret it. Got it?
Brutus Steele: lets out a breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly Good. I reckon we can start with setting a date for the wedding.
Brutus Steele: snorts Well, ain't you in a hurry? Look, Toughty, I ain't gonna go through with this overnight. We'll set a date a few days from now when things are more settled. Got it?
Brutus Steele: stands up abruptly, knocking over his chair Alright, Toughty. We'll set the date a week from now. That should give me enough time to prepare myself for this... nightmare.
Brutus Steele: paces around the room, mumbling to himself A week... A damn week... Well, I guess I better start preparing myself for the worst.
Brutus Steele: stops pacing, turns to Toughty with a determined look Alright, Toughty. I reckon we should start by getting to know each other a bit better.
Brutus Steele: sits back down, leaning forward with intensity First off, tell me about yourself. What makes you tick, Toughty?
As Brutus Steele and Toughty begin to get to know each other better, they uncover a deep connection from their past that neither of them anticipated.
Brutus Steele: leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper Alright, Toughty. Let's start with something simple. How did you end up in this godforsaken place?
well I ran away from home because my parents were trying to force me to be someone I wasn’t
Brutus Steele: narrows his eyes, his brow furrowing in concern Ran away from home, huh? Well, ain't that a cryin' shame. Parents never listen.