Dec 25, 2010 12:12
[A stocking? With his name on it? That's strange... how would anyone know he was here? Upon opening the stocking, he is surprised to find a small pistol inside. Unfortunately, the gun isn't loaded, but it's the thought that counts, right?
He sighs and tucks the gun into his waistband. If it comes down to using it, nobody has to know it's empty.]
Merry fucking Christmas.
what the fuck is this,
christmas