there's a bullet in my pocket

*Tyrian* · 11-27-2021, 09:14 AM

Though he'd just been insulted Tyrian's first reaction wasn't to get angry. How could it be? The man threw back such a lame attempt at a retort it lacked bite and could only be taken seriously as comedy. The corners of Tyrian's mouth quirked up in a mean-spirited smirk and he chuckled, clearly amused at the stranger's words. Well, the fella had tried. He'd give him a mark for effort even if he couldn't give him anything else.

The stranger then went on to describe his face as thought Tyrian was oblivious to his current state. Having fun with the man now, Tyrian feigned shock and gingerly touched a paw to the crystals as though feeling them for a first time...even though he'd literally just had that same paw pressed to his forehead seconds ago. All ham now, he gasped, "There's what on my face?"

He bolted for the man suddenly, pretending to be panicked. "Get it off me! Get it off me!" Would he actually touch him if given the chance? Even Tyrian hadn't decided, but the stranger was a dick and if he got infected, well, Tyrian wouldn't lose sleep over it.

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there's a bullet in my pocket

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