Characters: Birdman, Parano Content: Two friends sit down for a nice cup of tea. Location: Ginger House. Time of day: Late afternoon/ early evening. Warnings: VIOLENCE OUT THE WAZOO! Also language.
Parano stepped back a little when Birdman smashed the bottle against the bar table. Whoa there, sailor. No need to be smashing bottles and being a bad host. All HE did was break through the window and start screaming. It’s not like he busted in and slapped him across the face and spit in his mouth or anything like that. No, not at all. Good lord.
Still, he attempted to remain fierce. He bared his teeth and growled lowly, reaching down to the holsters at his sides and drawing two scalpels he’d pocketed from the clinic. He took a couple steps forward again, scalpels raised high and pointing right at the taller, dirtier man.
“Hola compadre.”
Right foot lifted a bit to take him another step closer, froze, and retreated back.
“What’s going onDouble-voice seemed more forced than anything now
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Still, he attempted to remain fierce. He bared his teeth and growled lowly, reaching down to the holsters at his sides and drawing two scalpels he’d pocketed from the clinic. He took a couple steps forward again, scalpels raised high and pointing right at the taller, dirtier man.
“Hola compadre.”
Right foot lifted a bit to take him another step closer, froze, and retreated back.
“What’s going onDouble-voice seemed more forced than anything now ( ... )
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