@damekuro
Familiar faces were, without a doubt, were scarcely wished upon; there was nothing honorable in being a deserter-- though, claiming that the blond haired youth could bother himself enough to care was also a large factor. Needless to say, there was nothing distasteful in the familiar visage his spiritless gaze settled upon; in fact, this person was a sight for sore eyes-- even if he was considered unfinished business. ❝ Heeeeeeeey ! ! I remember you ! ❞
Sauntering over towards the taller male, eyebrows rose in amusement as he closely inspected the other; almost immediately, his gun was drawn-- the barrel pressed to his jugular. Contrasting his actions, his expression was cheerful-- as was his tone, ❝ You’re that fucking DEADBEAT I didn’t have enough bullets for! How have you been! ❞
