“You did not just throw that pillow at me!” / 🤗 i miss you
A soft chuckle escaped Joker’s lips. It would be fun if that Irish guy threw that pillow back at him. Pillow fight would be such fun! And very suitable due to the place they were. It wasn’t that they hadn’t already exchanged some bullets while running and hiding behind furniture at that Home store. A strange place for the first meeting, yes, but it wasn’t that Joker had planned to find out about this Irish guy and his stuff, here and now. He had been chasing Mrs. Kinkle and just had ended up here in the middle of… What? Execution? Seemed like. So Mrs. Kinkle was wanted also internationally. But if Joker and this posh looking man out there were after the same thing, was it really necessary to start shooting at each other? Why rich people always so violent? Would it be bad if they cooled down a little? Especially that Joker didn’t mean to interrupt the meeting. He’d simply watched and had been spotted due to his red suit. It also wasn’t his fault that Mrs. Kinkle had used him as a distraction and ran away.
- Come on, we’re in the bedroom section, what else would there be so useful and handy to throw at you?
He chuckled again trying to insert humor into the situation and maybe buy some time to figure out how to get out of there alive. He didn’t like the fact that after he’d thrown that pillow at that man, another man appeared from behind a shelf pointing a gun at him. Worst of all he didn't look amused either.
- Shouldn’t you be after Mrs. Kinkle, not me? – he asked the man with a gun, but no response.
So it was only the Irish man that could speak, others were only there to shoot. King and his pawns, nice.
Other times, gladly he could feel if someone else could handle the dirty job and kill Mrs. Kinkle, but the point was… It was supposed to be him killing that guy. Who was that man in the fancy suit that thought he had the right to play on Joker’s ground?
