[ oh he really REALLY wants to peek inside, but he remembers that steel grip from before and he figures he'll wait until they're somewhere kind of private before he goes for it again. ]
A slow day? Does that mean you have time to play?
[ stares with open eyes. you can even see the little sparkles in them if you stare long enough. ]
shylock stops in his steps like... how on earth did it ever come to this. but spontaneity is their game, so he'll have to reach in, caressing his stupid butt while he's at it and...
[ and murr is more than happy to pull shylock closer, feel the barrel of it against his chest, all while smiling brightly at shylock with the smallest amount of teeth while doing so. ]
Yeah? And then what did he do, hm?~
[ he even goes so far as to wrap his arms around shylock and hum. ]
[ the utter audacity. shylock would not hesitate in killing him if this gun were real, you know?
except he won't. murr knows he won't, and that's the most maddening thing.
... ]
It's not my fault if you'd already forgotten, hm?
[ he wasn't even sure what kind of relationship bradley and nero had. unlike him and murr, the two of them would keep whatever they have under wraps. but is that any better?
after mulling it over, he retracts the gun from murr's chest and hands it over to him. there's no point to this. ]
Never you mind. I was merely talking to myself. Moreover we should finally get ourselves home, hm?
[ 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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A slow day? Does that mean you have time to play?
[ stares with open eyes. you can even see the little sparkles in them if you stare long enough. ]
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Oh? What kind of silly game have you thought up now?
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[ is it a serious yet silly game, a real threat, or just something murr has thought up on the spot? you be the judge. ]
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And what, pray tell, is in your pocket?
[ it's that smile again. please don't disappoint him yet again, murr. ]
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[ there is no gods or lords here. only murr wiggling his hips enticingly at shylock, with whatever happens to be in his pants.
heh. ]
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shylock stops in his steps like... how on earth did it ever come to this. but spontaneity is their game, so he'll have to reach in, caressing his stupid butt while he's at it and...
hm? no really, what do we have here? ]
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bet you weren't expecting this.
also you know how this is going to somehow tie in to... ]
I played a game that had one of these in it! So I thought I'd go get one myself!
[ hell is easy access to murr-purple weaponry. ]
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shylock fiddles with the toy, clicking the trigger, stuff like that. ]
It's almost reminiscent of Bradley's pistol, don't you think so?
[ then he extends it forward, aiming right for murr's heart with a serene smile on his face. ]
He'd aimed it at Nero like this.
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Yeah? And then what did he do, hm?~
[ he even goes so far as to wrap his arms around shylock and hum. ]
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except he won't. murr knows he won't, and that's the most maddening thing.
... ]
It's not my fault if you'd already forgotten, hm?
[ he wasn't even sure what kind of relationship bradley and nero had. unlike him and murr, the two of them would keep whatever they have under wraps. but is that any better?
after mulling it over, he retracts the gun from murr's chest and hands it over to him. there's no point to this. ]
Never you mind. I was merely talking to myself. Moreover we should finally get ourselves home, hm?
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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!~