Why no one in Kinnporsche wears a bulletproof vest.
Chan: single father of several-dozen kids, he does not have the gd time to think about that shit.
Pol: man's eleven feet tall, he'd need them specially made.
Arm: built his own vest in his nerd closet. Has made one for Pol as well but is too shy to give it to him (best do it before he gets shot, Arm).
Ken: Australian.
Big: and miss an opportunity to die for Kinn????!!??
Porsche: he's new to this, okay?
Kinn: would have to commit to buttoning his shirts all the way up. Might also have to get them specially made because of The Twins.
Tay and Time: probably never do any of the dirty/dangerous work. Gives them more time for relationship drama.
Kim: anyone who dares shoot him had better make sure they kill him.
Porchay, Yok, Jom and Tem: blissfully unaware that they're in a gangster drama
Miss Erica: I'm a bad bitch you can't kill me!
Macau: might be wearing one, actually, we never saw him shirtless (a crew member must have been assigned to follow Ta around making him put his shirt back on).
The Too Busy Serving Cunt Trio: Tankhun, Vegas and Gun.
Korn: probably wears one at all times and sits chuckling to himself about being smarter than everyone else.
Finally:
RIP Tawan, you made exactly 1 smart decision in your entire life (and immediately fucked it).
PETE!
Pete's worn a vest before, of course he has. He's also been shot in one. It felt like taking a hammer to the chest. He hit the ground hard, all the air knocked from his body. He stayed on his back for longer than he needed to, trying to identify the weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
He thought about it constantly for weeks. Arousal was a weird thing: your adrenaline spikes because of the pain and it ends up being oddly pleasurable. Whatever. Bodies were stupid. Pete stuffed all those thoughts into a little box and got on with the job.
He could never bring himself to wear a vest again. He blushed when he saw one. At least he was good enough at his job to not need one.
If he just avoided the things that gave him that odd feeling, he would never have to admit anything about himself to himself. It wasn't like anyone was ever going to drag those feelings to the surface and force him to confront them. Who could possibly do such a thing?
