[ well, that's not foreboding. he frowns, ignoring the bottle as it floats up and disappears in a puff of mist and odd chunks. there's not much he can do about this situation; he didn't think to bring anything useful, really, and now his annoying little bottle friend is goin.
fine, damnit. he sighs. ]
Son, try not t'make me regret this.
[ and he aims and pulls the trigger in one quick motion. ]
no subject
fine, damnit. he sighs. ]
Son, try not t'make me regret this.
[ and he aims and pulls the trigger in one quick motion. ]