( @mister-thief )
“LUPIN!” Jigen felt the name leave his lips, eyes practically bulging from under that hat of his. The sonuvabitch gave him no warning, no inkling of a hint that he was about to do that. He always did this, too. Why, now, did it just surprise him?
Rounding the wall, he immediately took aim at their enemies, speed firing with precise accuracy, and disarming a small number of their men. When bullets hailed down on him in retaliation, the gunman returned to the safety of the brick and mortar, and quickly reloaded his revolver.
“Damn it, Lupin!” he grumbled. “A little warning once in a while couldn’t hurt!”
Once again, he was back around the corner, firing a few more rounds as his skinny legs carried him deeper into the warzone they’d stumbled into. Soon, he was right behind Lupin, resisting every urge to slam the butt of his gun across the back of his neck.
“Did’ja HAVE to run off like that?” He asked his partner in a hushed tone, keeping watch for anyone who might attack them. “I’m gonna put you on a friggin’ leash next time!”
