BOOM!
And just like that, he'd pull the trigger. Only this time, the barrel was aimed just shy of her head, deliberately off to the side so that it would hit the corner and shower her in a hail of broken rock. "Don't fuck wit me right now, Z." Smoke sifted towards the skies while he slowly tucked the pistol away. He'd slide down the wall, squat until he was bending his knees. Both hands were resting in between his legs and he'd just look up at her. Despite having fired the damn gun, his face had gone back to cool and complacent, near expressionless, all 'cept for the gears tickin' in his eyes.Â
"Z. Z. Heh. Never did tell me what it was short fer." He pats his shirt down and when he can't find his smokes, he rolls his eyes. "Smoke?" Pause. Shrug. "My employer ins't a nice man. This gets back to 'im, I'm done. That bloke-" he nods with his chin to the fellow that was here minutes ago, "Got t'die now. Knows too much. You. Too much. That one." He doesn't even bother looking at the kids body, "His chum warned him. Near begged him to turn the other way when I approached." Shrug. "We gamble with our lives, and every day mine is on the line. Sometimes closer than I'd like." He could really use a smoke right now. He was making the motions and everything as if he had one. "I agreed to scratch your back in turn for scratchin' mine. Took out a ship for ye to prove it. I need t'know you're not scratchin' mine with the tip'o yer dagger, right."
And just like that, he'd pull the trigger. Only this time, the barrel was aimed just shy of her head, deliberately off to the side so that it would hit the corner and shower her in a hail of broken rock. "Don't fuck wit me right now, Z." Smoke sifted towards the skies while he slowly tucked the pistol away. He'd slide down the wall, squat until he was bending his knees. Both hands were resting in between his legs and he'd just look up at her. Despite having fired the damn gun, his face had gone back to cool and complacent, near expressionless, all 'cept for the gears tickin' in his eyes.Â
"Z. Z. Heh. Never did tell me what it was short fer." He pats his shirt down and when he can't find his smokes, he rolls his eyes. "Smoke?" Pause. Shrug. "My employer ins't a nice man. This gets back to 'im, I'm done. That bloke-" he nods with his chin to the fellow that was here minutes ago, "Got t'die now. Knows too much. You. Too much. That one." He doesn't even bother looking at the kids body, "His chum warned him. Near begged him to turn the other way when I approached." Shrug. "We gamble with our lives, and every day mine is on the line. Sometimes closer than I'd like." He could really use a smoke right now. He was making the motions and everything as if he had one. "I agreed to scratch your back in turn for scratchin' mine. Took out a ship for ye to prove it. I need t'know you're not scratchin' mine with the tip'o yer dagger, right."
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
