[Finally, he glances at her from over his shoulder, trying his best to calm himself. He's never been good at that, and now isn't any different. If he was good at self-pacification he wouldn't do half the shit he does.]
—Yeah?
[He figures he's acting odd enough as it is, so he's trying to act more casual. The less he can bring attention to himself, the better. He's just trying to figure out a way to abscond from this without making it too weird. The less she knows what's going on the better.
She'd never let him live it down.]
Maybe another time then, huh?
[Of course he's doing a piss poor job not acting weird, considering how confident he was earlier. Sure, maybe it's the fact he humbled himself fucking up the first time, if this were a perfect world, that'd be the case. It is indeed not, though.
He holds the gun out to his side for Jill to take, elbow bent. He doesn't turn to face her, letting his broad back hide him in any capacity it can.]
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—Yeah?
[He figures he's acting odd enough as it is, so he's trying to act more casual. The less he can bring attention to himself, the better. He's just trying to figure out a way to abscond from this without making it too weird. The less she knows what's going on the better.
She'd never let him live it down.]
Maybe another time then, huh?
[Of course he's doing a piss poor job not acting weird, considering how confident he was earlier. Sure, maybe it's the fact he humbled himself fucking up the first time, if this were a perfect world, that'd be the case. It is indeed not, though.
He holds the gun out to his side for Jill to take, elbow bent. He doesn't turn to face her, letting his broad back hide him in any capacity it can.]