Excuses, excuses... [He lightly mumbled in good humour as he followed Ryou. Of course as soon as he saw that staple gun his mood dropped, expression growing tense.
He did not trust Ryou with that gun. And wait, didn't he hide it in the night table before they moved?! That fool must have snuck it back out when he wasn't looking...]
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He did not trust Ryou with that gun. And wait, didn't he hide it in the night table before they moved?! That fool must have snuck it back out when he wasn't looking...]
Be careful with that thing.