SOMETHING TELLS HER THE OTHER WOULDN'T MIND. watching an event unfold as that is relatively minor in comparison to so much else, especially with how willing she was to let this little game of theirs spiral slowly until one of their (not so ultimate) demises comes to pass. were she truly adverse to it all, surely she wouldn't be toting a gun around so freely, let alone whipping it out across a cafe table for a stranger to merrily use. no, it was more likely she'd witnessed some pretty nasty things, meaning it was all just a fun, little game to up the risks.
and while francesca isn't entirely against that, there is a subtle, unshown disappointment that she doesn't get to witness if the other goes down first.
leaning back just a smidgen into her seat, she kicks her feet back and forth, hands pressed upon the cushions as she does. ❝ Whaaaat? You'd really make me do thaaat? It was just a wittle accident, ❞ she chimes, one finger pressing against a pair of now pouting lips as her head tilts to the side, as if she were naught but innocent amidst it all. though the suggestion this fool offers is an interesting one, knowing well enough that firing it off at the same time would lead to far better suspense at the expense of seeing if whoever was left would have bothered to take the final shot at all. so, she hums a little in thought, head swaying back and forth between her shoulders as if pondering (she wasn't, truthfully) deeply.
❝ Buuuut! I guess it's your gun, your rules, riiight? It's not like I could run from someone with a loaded gun. Or I could. But where'd the fun be in that? Totes more fun being the killer running in the woods than the victim, though. So how we gonna do this? Head to head? Gonna pull out another gun and BAM? ❞
