#* bullseye.

[impacts]

the door swings open wide. there dex stands, covered head to toe in blood and a jammed gun in hand, steaming. he smiles when he’s faced with the end of a muzzle. 

“invite me inside or shoot me right here,” he says, “i wouldn’t do that last one, though. in fact, i’d say we could help each other out.” / @nevermoral​