#erron.txt

[musemade]

CONT FROM || @dadj​

❝JEEZ, OF COURSE Y’WOULD wanna talk instead of duke it out; I shouldn’t have expected anything less from you, J.❞

A disappointment, but one that could easily be brushed off with the sudden conversation hoisted upon him. Hand moves to rub the side of his neck, briefly running through the memories of time spent outside of NSR.

❝..It’s been good for the most part, still ain’t found someone capable enough to take my district over so I’m livin’ there for now. Wonder if anythin’ changed after I left.❞

[musemade]

“I could pick you with one arm for sure.” - to erron

❝DON'T EVEN TRY IT, Kano; there'll be a bullet in yer empty skull 'fore you even got a chance t'even put a hand on me.❞

[musemade]

@blcsscmedstars​ / erron sc

FANS EXISTED IN ALL shapes and sizes, and somehow Erron found himself more often than not dealing with the creepier ones. Ones that, although supported NSR in various ways, found a way to get under his skin when witnessing them in public. There’d always be complaints about not using violence; how it’d ruin NSR’s image, how it wasn’t the solution most of the time, yet Erron found it to be the easiest solution when faced with difficulties.

Hence why when a rather suspicious looking individual was making his way towards the underwater idol, they would be met with a large hand belonging to the much taller man on their shoulder....

And then being promptly tossed across the street.

Of course everyone would notice such a terrifying feat of strength, to which elder shrugged it off as hands returned to his pocket, gaze focused on younger with an indifferent expression.

❝Problem solved.❞