UR DOIN IT RONG
“We’re not bringing him,” Hisui said flatly.
“Brother! Stop being so stubborn,” Kohak scolded. “Richea says--”
“I don’t care what Richea says, he’s not coming!” Hisui growled. “This is a real spy mission, for real spies with real skills like arse-kicking and stealth.”
“Don’t be mean,” Kohak said, reproachful. “You know how much it hurts Shing’s feelings when you say he’s not a real spy.”
“But he isn’t!” Hisui said, frustrated. “He’s a liability! He’s going to get in trouble, because he always gets in trouble, and then it’ll be up to you or me to stop him getting himself hurt or killed!”
“Thus compromising our safety and our mission,” Kohak finished, with the slight sing-song mockery of someone quoting from memory.
“Huh?”
“You’re slipping, brother, you forgot the parts of your rant that are supposed to make it sound like you’re not just worried about Shing,” Kohak said innocently.
“Whatever, I am not,” Hisui said, completely unconvincingly. “I don’t care what happens to him. He puts you in danger. That’s all.”
“Uh huh,” Kohak said. She gave Hisui a Look, and he deflated.
“He’s the worst spy ever,” Hisui muttered, disconsolate, and Kohak patted him on the shoulder.
“I think that’s a bit harsh,” she said. “He’s getting better, at least?”
Hisui sighed. “Like that would be hard,” he grumbled, then raised his voice. “Hurry up, Shing, or we’re leaving you behind!”