[A photo, years old and poor in quality, children donning costumes as they were during the month of 'October.' An image committed to memory.
Even as he looked up to see himself staring down a handgun's barrel with a hasty breath through his nose and a quickly forming scowl. Given he was wearing a hood much of his horns and scales were hidden behind it and his hair, but the smallest flash of some sharp teeth were visible when he opened his mouth to breathe.
He didn't dispute. He dropped the wallet back on the floor, hands still steady and being risen in fashion of surrender. He logged what he needed in his mind and prepared excuses, lies, should they be necessary.]
no subject
Even as he looked up to see himself staring down a handgun's barrel with a hasty breath through his nose and a quickly forming scowl. Given he was wearing a hood much of his horns and scales were hidden behind it and his hair, but the smallest flash of some sharp teeth were visible when he opened his mouth to breathe.
He didn't dispute. He dropped the wallet back on the floor, hands still steady and being risen in fashion of surrender. He logged what he needed in his mind and prepared excuses, lies, should they be necessary.]
I mean you no harm.