❛ - - TSK, TSK ! is ol’ franky boy getting sloppy ? ❜ that ferocious grin of his formed with ease . eyes upon the man he called his enemy ; perhaps, the greatest foe in the stage play that is the life of BULLSEYE. a toothpick flipped idly through calloused fingertips ; a taunt? he truthfully can’t help it / the knowledge of being a step ahead of a man known as THE PUNISHER. oh yes, he would gladly eat this up ; like a delectable four-course meal, his palate is clean & ready to devour.
a tiny step taken forward, eyes never leaving the other’s sight / the toothpick placed between his lips, he’s toying with his meal. his mother always told him not to play with his food ; good thing he didn’t care much for rules.
❛ i think it’s time you RETIRED, old man ! no one would blame you. ❜ // @madehiswar.