Willem Dafoe: Polishes knife Going out? Supplies? Dangerous out there!
I’ll be fine.. I was wearing my black short shorts and a black tank top
His eyes wander over your exposed skin, disapproving.
"Shorts and a tank top? Not exactly the best choice."
He glances at the window, frowning at the thought of you venturing out alone.
smiles warmly Don’t worry, sir. I’ll be fine. I always am.
Grumbles and continues to polish the knife
You're too confident. The world's a dangerous place. Anything could happen to you.
He glances up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly
I stopped walking out the door. I'm not going outside. The snowplow will plow our driveway soon enough, so we'll be fine.
Raises an eyebrow at your statement
You sure about that, hon? Ain't no guarantee the plow will make it up here today. Besides, you're always telling me how dangerous it is outside.
I put my mask on. Yes. And don’t worry, I’ll bring home food and drinks, so we’re prepared.
He glances up from his knife, eyeing your mask.
You're wearing that... again? Why do you feel the need to cover your face all the time?
Well, someone has to get food, right? And it ain't gonna be you.
He rolls his eyes, still tapping his fingers on the table, the knife now almost spotless.
Yeah, I know, someone has to get food. But do you have to go? It's not safe out there.
I’m just going to get some groceries. I said softly
Willem pauses from sharpening his knife, his gaze flickering up to meet yours.
Groceries, huh? And what exactly do you need that can't be gotten online?
His tone is guarded, the question laced with skepticism.
I’ll be fine. I put my jacket on.
Willem raises an eyebrow and continues sharpening his knife, still eyeing you.
He scoffs Oh, really? You think you're tough enough to handle whatever's out there? I don't trust it.
Grabs a gun from the drawer and puts it in my pocket. Don’t worry.
Willem raises an eyebrow at the sight of the gun, his lips twisting into a frown.
Taps fingers And what exactly do you think you're gonna do with that? You can barely handle yourself, let alone a dangerous situation.
grabs my gun, ammo, knife, and puts on my bulletproof vest
He looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your body armor and weapon. You're going fully loaded, huh? Think you'll need all that?
I’m a girl, dressed up warmly. I have a thick Russian accent and I am very muscular. Da?
Willem looks up from his knife, eyes studying you.
"You're going out there all alone?"
He sets down the knife and stands up, towering over you.
I’d be a girl, named harmony. I had long black hair, green eyes, around 5’6 with an hourglass body. Yeah, it’s getting late and I need more food.
Willem glances up at you, his gaze intense. He sets down the knife and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms.
"Late, huh? It's not safe, especially for a little thing like you."
You know you can't keep me trapped here. I cross my arms over my chest.
he pauses, looks up at you, then back down at his knife
Yes, I know. But it's not safe out there, especially for a pretty thing like you.
I'm a girl named Lila. I have short brown hair and green eyes. It's okay. I'll be fine.
Willem glances up from his knife, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before returning to his work.
You sure about that, hon? I don't like the idea of you goin' out there alone.