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A strained laugh left the doppelganger as his attempts to smooth over the delicate situation of SHOOTING his BOSS in the FOOT were immediately dismissed. Mismatched gaze watched as Jack tended to the wound--bandages wrapping up and down where a syringe of Anshin wouldn’t immediately assist.
“At...least it was a clean shot?” He offered quietly before a hand came upward and digits dug into the back of his own neck. Trying to knead away the anxiety that bubbled. “Sir I’m so sorry--I didn’t. I wasn’t trying to--!” God. How did he even try to explain that one?
A clumsy slip of the finger when Jack had come behind him while he was testing the weight of the gun. It wasn’t supposed to be THAT sensitive.
“W-Who uh. Who doesn’t put a safety on a weapon like that anyway right?”
