[After the morning Harding has had, he already looks like he's ready to call it a day and go hide in his car. That same car is what he's standing in front of when Vasiliy finds it parked on the outskirts of North Santa Rosita, Harding leaned over the hood. He's bracing himself against it with both arms, as if he's stopped to catch his breath. His head is bowed; it snaps up when Vasiliy calls out to him, his eyes widening in mortification before he quickly and brutally suppresses it.]
Nope, [Harding says simply, doing a fantastic impression of an apathetic man despite how thick and strained his tone sounds. His hands slide off the hood as he pushes off against it, speed walking to the driver's side.] No, nuh-uh, fuck no. Get away from me.
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Nope, [Harding says simply, doing a fantastic impression of an apathetic man despite how thick and strained his tone sounds. His hands slide off the hood as he pushes off against it, speed walking to the driver's side.] No, nuh-uh, fuck no. Get away from me.