💸 ║ ❛ ──────── THE APPOINTMENT TOOK LONGER THAN HE THOUGHT. That monthly check on his F40 is getting more and more expensive each time he’s there, and it’s safe to say that it BOTHERS him. It’s not about the money, -------the car is getting older and so is the engine. So it’s already noticeable in the way he WALKS IN, that he’s not in a good mood. CARELESSLY, he tosses the keys to the side as he walks into kitchen, -----------and finds ( much to his surprise ) IANTO leaning against the counter.
❝ OH ! --------you’re still here? ❞ he asks, really FORCING a smile on his lips, so the other wouldn’t IMMEDIATELY read the bad mood on Lance’s face. As his gaze let go of Ian, his attention is grabbed by something MUCH DIFFERENT. On top of the counter, right next to the younger is a GUN, perfectly placed to fall into right into Lance’s view. Eyes narrow as he stares at it for a moment, -----clearly out of words. He knows it’s HIS. But he can’t seem to recall where he left it. Certainly not right there, in the kitchen. It doesn’t matter anymore, though. It’s RIGHT THERE now. Ian’s seen it. ---------------he doesn’t look too happy about it.
❝ Well.... ❞ he starts talking, though he takes some more time to think about what to say next. This is CHALLENGING. A stressful situation. Something FAR too complicated. ❝ ------what’s up with THAT ? ❞
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