Sep 4, 2016
STARTER FOR @knowhumility
“Yer a crazy son of a bitch, y’know that?”
McCree groaned, sitting on the concrete as his shoulder, shot with a goddamn arrow of all things, pressed up against the wall behind him. He still found the energy to adjust his hat, however, to glower at the stranger who he assumes shot him for no damn reason.
“Ya wanna tell me why you go off shootin’ people walkin’ in the streets, huh? Why yer feelin’ the GODDAMN need to go ahead and think, ‘Damn. Y’know what I’m in the fuckin’ mood for? Shootin’ some poor sap who don’t deserve it. Sounds fuckin’ peachy.’ “