bang, bang
Send me a “Bang, bang” for my muses reaction to your muse pulling out a gun and pointing it at them
"I don’t know what you’re about to do… But don’t." His eyes were locked on the gun, waiting to get a bullet through his forehead.
Sure his brother had a bit of a short fuse, but he’d never actually shoot him. Then again, they weren’t even genetically brothers. Maybe it wasn’t the same, maybe he was just the outcast, maybe-
It wasn’t the time for those thoughts.
He sighed, looking at his brother, “Please, do me this favor and don’t kill me… at least not right now.”











