[That smile helps nothing, but he forces himself to keep looking at her. Eyes taking in all the details of her face, even the slight crookedness of her bottom teeth. There's something endearing about the imperfection.]
Don't think we might need it for somethin' else? Can't imagine they got the ammo for it here. Not that I'm against blowin' shit up.
[Guzma's far more a pessimist than an optimist, so while he'd be down for blowing shit up randomly with it, he can't help but wonder if it might be a waste. The thought it struck from his mind immediately as she approaches him, standing next to him. His breath catches in his throat—but then she begins firing. Unable to take his eyes from her, he continues to watch.
It's almost a little much, and he doesn't even fully realize how much he's staring at her, his eyes tracing over her features, taking in everything...
Where the hell is HIS emergency exit when he needs it??]
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Don't think we might need it for somethin' else? Can't imagine they got the ammo for it here. Not that I'm against blowin' shit up.
[Guzma's far more a pessimist than an optimist, so while he'd be down for blowing shit up randomly with it, he can't help but wonder if it might be a waste. The thought it struck from his mind immediately as she approaches him, standing next to him. His breath catches in his throat—but then she begins firing. Unable to take his eyes from her, he continues to watch.
It's almost a little much, and he doesn't even fully realize how much he's staring at her, his eyes tracing over her features, taking in everything...
Where the hell is HIS emergency exit when he needs it??]