"What the fuck is your problem?" Noah exclaims, beyond exasperated as he looks down the barrel of @alphawanker's gun. He loathes how this isn't the first time, and at this rate, he doubts it'll be the last. At least this time, he's well aware that the thing is actually loaded. "Who gives a shit if I do blow? Who gives a shit who I'm around? You act all high and mighty, like my plug is the most atrocious person there is, but the worst he's ever done was fuck me. He's never, oh, you know, held me at fucking. gunpoint."
Though, as it clicks that really the worst thing his dealers have done was fuck him, he can't help the almost vile smirk that curls at his lips.
"Funny, actually, that you have that in common with him, isn't it? I mean, with him I'm just high and only ever my ass or throat, but you? Shoving your fingers into your heat-ridden kid's cunt?"
He pauses to click his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Though, the venom seemingly falls from his tone and expression as he begins to walk towards his father. He doesn't give a shit if he does pull the trigger at this point, but he does opt to have some fun with it all.
"Is that why you don't want me to see him?" The words come out as a purr rather than maliciously, just as the hand that reaches up to curl around Christian's hand is more delicate than it is to attempt to restrain. His lips brush against the muzzle as his eyes flicker to the weapon before up at the man. "You want me all for yourself?"
Noah's tongue flickered against the opening before he pressed a kiss to the muzzle. He repeated these ministrations a few times over before his gaze flickered up to meet his father's.
"Liora always said I look just like Mom... Do I remind you of her, too? Or do you think I'm too much of a fuck-up to be like her at all?"
