@gunslingertadashi
⊰☠⊱ — BB guns-- that certainly brought back memories of a certain pasty ass punk he met at the Hive way back. Haine. A name that was familiar but a long, distant memory now. Heh. A low guttural dry yet silent chuckle parted from parched lips-- followed by a slight shake of his head, smirk carved on slight chapped lips. A gesture that could easily have been mistaken as the deaf Tagged laughing at the blond boy with the BB guns-- not that it was his intention at all.
Reminiscing was at fault here-- although Nicolas did laugh out of the blue and right after he saw BB guns pointed in his direction. Probably startled the goon in the first place when he brushed past him on accident.
Still, he figured he should clear it up. He’s been shot by a BB guns so even if the goon does decide to make him bite a bullet, he’ll live. Nothing hazardous, not a big deal.
Calloused hands would rise up-- dead fish eyes were trained on the boy with the BB guns as his hands began their dance as he signed.
«My bad. Wasn’t laughing at you. Just remembered something.»












