[ he wouldn't, he couldn't, and yet murr doesn't even think of those implications. the only thing that's on his mind is if he'd hear the sound of a gunshot, he wouldn't even flinch. his smile would be as bright as ever. just like how he's wearing one right now.
quietly, murr takes the gun and sticks it in the waist of his pants. he flings his arms out and one of his legs. ]
We should! We should! I want some of those fruit snacks.
[ and he spins, twirls around shylock with a grin. ]
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quietly, murr takes the gun and sticks it in the waist of his pants. he flings his arms out and one of his legs. ]
We should! We should! I want some of those fruit snacks.
[ and he spins, twirls around shylock with a grin. ]
So let's go!~