[ He spits the words out in an ever-so-slightly panicked wheeze, because that'd be the last thing he needs right now. Or ever. ]
So, uh... [ A breath catches in his throat. The conversation is uncomfortable even if she's not an assassin (is he sure he believes her?) she still casually has a gun, which necessitates another question. ] What do you need the gun for then?
no subject
[ He spits the words out in an ever-so-slightly panicked wheeze, because that'd be the last thing he needs right now. Or ever. ]
So, uh... [ A breath catches in his throat. The conversation is uncomfortable even if she's not an assassin (is he sure he believes her?) she still casually has a gun, which necessitates another question. ] What do you need the gun for then?