you have got to be fucking kidding me

[reapyourshitup]

You know, there are some nice things to be said for living on your own in a hut in the Hidden Hamlet. Aside from the cheesy as hell name, and the sometimes cheesy as hell neighbors (Anne of Avonlea and the little fucking mermaid are fucking next door? What the fuck is that shit?), it's nice. Cozy, quiet, and mercifully lacking in one George Lass

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[ab_executioner]

"Now that's impressive. I've only ever threatened." Mostly because she was worried about ricochet. "It sucks that it didn't work though." But she was all behind the effort.

[reapyourshitup]

"No shit," I say quietly, monotone. I'm unamused, unimpressed and pissed off, but shooting off bullets is incredibly effective in calming me down just a little bit. "I don't know why we keep that shit around. Seems like we should just bring it outside and take a fucking bat to it."

[ab_executioner]

"Something tells me that probably wouldn't work either." She shook her head. "Probably just another would appear or that one would just keep working." It might even be more annoying if it was outside since there wouldn't be a way to avoid it.

"Although I have to admit taking a bat to it would definitely be a good release if nothing else." And it couldn't hurt to vent frustrations on it. Maybe then the bookshelf would take a hint.

[reapyourshitup]

"Better than a few other releases I can think of." All of which are much more fun when you're undead than when you're alive and can be dead. As far as I know. Holstering my gun, I sit down in my seat again, intent on just ignoring the goddamn thing even though it's still playing the same damn song again. I can do this. I can ignore this. Just for now while I'm in public.

[fights4britain]

"See, now there's a reason why niggers shouldn't be allowed to have guns," Trevor drawled lazily with a small smile. "Your lot are so fucking wasteful, it's fucking stupid." Which, if he so chose to do so, was arguably a fair thing to say considering the circumcircumstances. After all, the idiot was wasting bullets, and he was showing her the error of her ways. But with words.

"You know what you should do? Give the gun to me. I'll have it for safe keeping, and you won't make an arse of yourself for shooting inanimate objects."

See? He was being helpful.

[reapyourshitup]

Of course. Of. Fucking. Course.

I don't give the gun to him. I cock the gun and turn it on him, my expression unchanging, unamused, unimpressed. My eyes are dead, and maybe that would be clever considering I once was too (am still? will be again?).

I'm not going to respond. He'll just find a way to turn it around, to frustrate and annoy. Because that's what fuckers like him do.

[fights4britain]

Trevor, to say the least, didn't look very concernced, nor did he look impressed. If a nigger bitch with a gun pointed at him was supposed to get him all jumpy and scared for his well being, then he wasn't very much good to his nation or to his cause, now was he?

"If you're going to shoot me, go ahead. I really don't give a fuck, it'd end up looking bad for you in the end anyhow."

[reapyourshitup]

He might have a point there. But it's a slim 'might', since only the most bleeding heart of liberals would have any sympathy for this fucker, and most bleeding heart liberals would be his target. Besides, it's not like they can do all that much to me, other than throw me in a cell with that crazy 'magic' fucker. I could probably even plead that it was self-defense against a hate crime. Not like we have security cameras or any of that bullshit set up.

What stills my finger is the fact that I don't have a post-it. He isn't meant to die, not as far as I know, not yet. And while he's annoying as fuck, a fucking graveling would be worse. So I sit my ass back down at the table, gun still aimed at him, elbow propped up on the wood, and silently pick at my fruit.