“Honestly, if you’re going to be in line ahead of me at Starbucks and you order some bullshit millennial drink that is a paragraph to order, you deserve to die. So the mess this morning.. really not my fault.”
@SnarkyHawkeye Bullseye simply smirked as he pulled the green tab from his Starbucks cup slowly. Placed between thumb and forefinger, he raised it up in front of his face so she could see it clearly.
“That the rule, is it?”
@BornToDrawBlood toward his target. If he hit her sternum, perfect and he’d follow up with a side kick at that pretty little face; if it missed it would put him behind her, or at least to her side for a palm strike to the back or side of her head.
“Enough foreplay and right to it, eh?” He _
@BornToDrawBlood Cute.
Every instinct was to snatch that sai from the air and bury it in her. Been there, done that.
Bullseye shifted slightly and from his right hand a shuriken flew at the sai.
It embedded into the handle, throwing it off course and into a nearby window, instantly killing _
@SnarkyHawkeye “Because you and Cunt Barton can’t stomach it, is why.
In your wet dreams. If that day even remotely comes I’ll put a bullet in my own damn skull.”