Fox Hunting

[BlackAkuma]

Well, shit. This was officially out of control, wasn’t it?

Being honest, Keith wasn’t 100% sure what he expected to happen, here. He knew things were snowballing, and that was the sort of problem with a snowball rolling down the hill - yeah, you knew it was getting bigger and running out of control, but you had no way of knowing where it was going to land. He wasn’t the only one who saw it, too - already, some of his staff was edging towards the exits, bringing the most breakable objects they could find with them.

For his part, Keith kept his place, even as Tia stood up and moved directly over him, looming at his front and casting a long shadow. He had to admit, she had an aura about her - he knew, on some level, that he was taller and bigger than her, but none of that seemed to register when she was this close and staring at him with those unwavering eyes.

‘Unnerving’ would be an understatement, but Keith did his best to save face for the cameras, keeping a cool facade even if it was only skin deep. Even as Tia got her little taunts in and the stakes continued to raise. As she laughed, he tried to think of ways to spin this, an escape plan, but there wasn’t much he could think of that didn’t end up with him being on the receiving end of some unflattering memes.

Screw it.

Keith sighed - deep and long and haggard - and stood up after a moment. He took a moment to straighten himself up, then nodded towards the remaining cameraman, who looked like he was about to bolt at any given second.

The camera light went off. The last crewmember left. All alone. Just the three of them.

Keith leaned forward, face placid and serene, inches from her own.

”You. Got. What. You. Deserved.”