Being struck across the face would normally do it, but a gun was so much worse. He bounces back surprisingly quickly for someone in his state. He rears his head back up, brows furrowed. Angry.
"What the fuck do you want?!" He asked, sounding exasperated. A lot more than he'd like to, at least. And all he got out of this? One pill.
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Date: 2015-07-16 06:29 am (UTC)"What the fuck do you want?!" He asked, sounding exasperated. A lot more than he'd like to, at least. And all he got out of this? One pill.
One little tiny pill.