???, obviously no cop.
David’s thoughts were moving ninety miles an hour, stumbling over each other and blending into incomprehensible PANIC; how could he be expected to . He really didn’t know what to do with himself, so full of fear that he wouldn’t even open his eyes. When he hears another person step on the scene, his eyes still don’t open – not til he says something clearly directed towards him. Dazedly, he turns his head and only stares at Kevin dumbfoundedly. Was this guy actually trying to save him…? A beat of silence passed, and David’s attention never left Kevin for a moment until the junkie got irritated. When he didn’t answer quick enough for the junkie’s liking, the man with a gun snarled and yelled “ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION!”
David flinched, his attention forcibly brought back to the situation at hand and remembering that he was being held at gun point. If he didn’t answer soon, there’s absolutely no way he’d be getting out of this unharmed. Scrambling to find the words to speak, the words came back in a hurried stream, still heavily accented and full of fear. At least he wasn’t wailing every word now.. but his eyes were wide and filled with fear and almost unblinking – he was so very tempted to squeeze them shut again, but what good would that do? Couldn’t that just set him off even more? David didn’t know, and he didn’t want to find out.
“W-what? … No, no no no. I’m n-not a cop, I swear, you can even search me i-if you need! I-I’ve got no badge, I’ve got no w-weapons, I just wanna get to my car…!”
satisfied with the stranger’s manner of answering, kevin looks back at the junkie, slowly lowering his arms to his sides. ❝ yeah. see? cops can’t cry like that, they don’t got any feelings. ❞ the junkie still seems incredibly uncertain, but kevin has managed to slowly cut the distance between them until he’s basically at the other man’s side, still weary of the gun. he opens his mouth to try & calm his client down some more, but before he can say a word, the weapon is no longer directed at david — instead, the junkie is reaching up to grab the front of kevin’s hoodie & pressing the gun against his side.
❝ just give it to me, asshole! ❞ ugh, jesus christ. this isn’t good ... but he’d rather not get shot right now, least of all in front of some poor dude. that’s why kevin is so fast to shove the drugs at the other man, who proceeds to snatch them & scurry away without paying. dick. that’s a huge loss for kevin, & he grimaces as soon as he realizes this ... but at least he’s not dead, or ( worse yet ) part of a murder investigation.
the drug dealer mutters something under his breath & brushes himself off slightly, as if he wasn’t already dirty ... haha. after another moment, his eyes slowly wander over to the very out of place person on the other side of the alleyway, & then his head follows suit. huh? he figured the guy would’ve run away by now, but he looks pretty pathetic just standing there, so kevin decides to say something. ❝ uh ... hey. you okay? ’cause you should probably get outta here now, buddy. ❞














