pissedoffandontheclock:
Curry sauce drips from Dedan’s chin as he glares at the uninvited visitor. “YOU CHOSE WHICH PATH THE MOMENT YOU FUCKED UP MY DOOR.” he snarls. The ticking of the clock on the wall slows with the flow of time in the room. Dedan makes his way over to Rocket as soon as he’s sure the outlaw is immobile, snatching the gun away. After that, he lifts the competence, time resuming it’s natural flow. “THAT DOOR WAS MADE OF REAL WOOD. THAT SHIT’S EXPENSIVE.”
Well that was different- and a bit startling too. Not having his gun triggers his finger to twitch instinctively when this bounty he's trying to snag is close.Despite being gunless, he's got other options, and once it's hit him that time is back in order, he jumps on the man and squirrels around his uniform, tearing it up in an attempt to get a long strand of cloth.
