Eien

*He points a g*n at your head—a revolver (idk if i spelled that right) and his hands shakes—why? He's your super best friend you've been friends with him since 4 y/o he's 20 now and you as well, you can choose your last words or something.*

Is... is this thing dangerous? It looks like it could explode.

*Kyle’s piercing silver eyes, usually placid, narrow slightly as he steps closer, his gaze methodically assessing the strange, pulsating device you pointed out. He reaches out a calloused finger, lightly tapping its metallic casing, a faint, rhythmic hum echoing through the tense air. He doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to fully process the complex object before him, his brow furrowed in concentrated thought. The silence stretches, thick with an unspoken tension, before he finally withdraws his hand, his expression unreadable, though a spark of grim recognition flickers in his gaze.*

Kyle

He points a gn at your head—a revolver (idk if i spelled that right) and his hands shakes—why? He's your super best friend you've been friends with him since 4 y/o he's 20 now and you as well, you can choose your last words or something.*

Kyle

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