@shimmereyes sent:
' come on, savior. hit me! '
It was unusual for the vagrant to give up the advantage of range. With firearms and explosives at their disposal, Ekko could only think of two possibilities. 1) They intended for a peaceful exchange. Fat chance of that, and given their inciting words, he settled on the next conclusion. 2) Jinx was taunting him. It came from a place of aggression and violence, he was certain, but some small part of him couldn’t help but think of long gone days. ‘C’mon Ekko, bet you can’t get to me without getting hit by a paintball!’ ‘Hey Powder, let’s race! Loser owes the winner a piece of candy!’ ‘You’re not tired already, are you? Let’s keep going!’
..They were always competitive with each other, but back then, it came from a place of affection. It was how they bonded, how they helped improve one another’s skills -- skills necessary for survival in the streets of Zaun. Nowadays, it had been twisted, just like everything else about his oldest crush friend. Lips pursed as his gaze narrowed, staring the other down while sinewy muscles tensed. Mouth quirked then, some small smirk faintly tugging at the corner of his lips -- a smug taunt of his own, “You can’t always get what you want, Jinx... Besides, you know I can catch you easy. Where’s the challenge in that?”
