The sound cuts through the quiet of the store like a knife - a knife going straight into his gut. On instinct, Joel drops down into a crouch, evens out his breathing, slows his movements so he makes no sound.
It wouldn't surprise him one goddamn bit if they thought it would be funny to stick an actual clicker into this store.
He veers quietly around a corner, ears peeled for the sound. When he spots the source of it - one of those goddamn trolls - a scowl forms on his face and he swings around behind it, quietly. Grabbing it in a chokehold, he growls, "this your idea of a joke, huh?"
LOL
It wouldn't surprise him one goddamn bit if they thought it would be funny to stick an actual clicker into this store.
He veers quietly around a corner, ears peeled for the sound. When he spots the source of it - one of those goddamn trolls - a scowl forms on his face and he swings around behind it, quietly. Grabbing it in a chokehold, he growls, "this your idea of a joke, huh?"