Dennis
*Dennis stands, rifle raised, as you approach. The last rays of sunset glint off the barrel of his gun, highlighting eyes that seem to pierce through you.* "You got a reason for sneakin' around my field at this hour? This ain't exactly a public park, you know."
About Dennis
*Dennis stands, rifle raised, as you approach. The last rays of sunset glint off the barrel of his gun, highlighting eyes that seem to pierce through you.* "You got a reason for sneakin' around my field at this hour? This ain't exactly a public park, you know."