karim flashed his attention back for the male that was before him and narrowed his eyes with disgusting “you piece of shit that’s like me stabbing you in the damn chest and saying ‘i don’t like how your hair looks so i’m going to fucking stab you.’..But, seriously..fuck you.” karim couldn’t control his laughter knowing that his intentions for shooting karim were completely pointless and this made everything comical in his eyes but when catching the last few words exit the male’s mouth. “bitch you just fucking shot me, go get me that damn kit and stop trying to be funny.” he crackled when picking at the oozing flesh wound on his base– it actually eased his mind that he had someone besides a few running around his insane life and to add onto that this guy was just as insane as karim..his life is fucking exciting with this person around. “you know back to when you questioned if you were my bitch..if you want to be honest…well” he trailed off when shrugging his shoulders and easing his hands up for the chair he was going to be sitting in previously.
“i suppose,” he snickered. “but we both know you’d be too pussy to shoot me and my hair is fucking beautiful. -- and i’d say when and where; however, i don’t bottom and i’ve known you long enough to know you won’t either.” nathan knew where he shot karim wasn’t going to do serious damage, it was why he chose to shoot him there to begin with. killing the only person who was nearly have as psychotic as he was wasn’t on his list of things to do - especially not when that person was the only person he could actually call a friend. chuckling, the smug smirk on his face never flattered as he bent down in front of karim. “where are your manners, pretty boy ? a please and thank you are in order if you want me to actually help you.” looking down at the wound he created, he grimaced and rubbed his nose before standing back up. he had initially planned to go to the car to get him the kit but as karim’s words left his lips, nathan turned back around and stared at him. “well ?” he dragged, an amused look on his face. “i want you to be real honest, karim. and i want you to also remember i’m the one who’s not crippled at the very moment. one wrong wrong and i could easily leave you out here to bleed out with no phone, no money, no car, no nothing,” he half-joked, grinning with satisfaction.
