“Randy, if we’re using the gun, it can’t have fucking bullets in it,” Benson sighed as he peeled potatoes during his day off, his cell crushed between his shoulder and his ear.
“Why not?” Randy pouted, the bustle of the campus making it hard to hear him as he walked between classes. “It’s not like you’re gonna shoot me, it’ll be fine.”
“Randy, don’t point a fucking gun at something you have no intention of killing,” Benson groaned, annoyed as hell that this was the second time Randy had asked Benson to include a loaded gun in their semi-script. How many fucking times did he have to explain basic gun safety to this guy?
“Alright, fine, if that’s that important, no bullets. But can we at least use the shotgun instead of the revolver?”
Benson snorted, running his hands under the kitchen faucet once he was done peeling. “Fuck no, what if someone steals it?”
Benson sighed, exasperated at having to explain what was very obvious to him. “When it’s off to the side and I’m fucking you, what if someone comes up behind us and steals it?”
“You think... oh my God, Benson, you sound insane.”
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This scene is taken from another one of their fic's based in the dygel universe, canon event (benson chases randy down in the woods) of course.
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