*the man’s eyes grow wide hearing this, he looks at Toni* Guy: We didn’t hurt you bad! Come on! Don’t let this psycho kill me! *Toni’s eyes grow hard at this* You shot him. I don’t give a fuck about what you did to me. You shot Lovino, you were planning to kill him. Why the hell would I ever forgive that? You’re already dead. *the man stares at him before looking fearfully at Lovi, Toni’s expression flickers from a look of anger to pain, which he tries to hide**nodding at his words, he watches the man silently, the pain in his arm getting worse as the adrenaline wears off* Guy: Y-yeah, just don’t kill me! *Toni keeps his eyes trained on the man, his every move being watched* Guy: I mean, we didn’t hurt him bad, right? *he looks at Toni desperately, Toni just stares back*
‘m fine…*manages to hiss out after a moment, shoving his hand away* You’re going to make your arm worse…*keeps his face blank somehow and pushes past the pain, moving over to fully release the Spaniard, ripping the gun away from his hands* You never fire a weapon you’re not familiar with. You could have hurt yourself. *murmurs lowly, a brief flash of concern passing through his eyes before its replaced with ice, hearing the man under him groan, indicating he’s regaining consciousness* Work time…*manages to hoist himself off the other and grabs him by the back of his hair, forcing him over to Toni* Now fuckface…we’re going to have a little chat, hm? *presses the barrel of the gun roughly against the man’s jaw*
*tightens the grip on his hair* You don’t get it, do you? *leans close to the man’s ear, his voice eerily calm* You made the mistake of hurting him at all….*eyes flicker to Toni for an instant* And now, you are going to beg for forgiveness, like the filthy scum you are, and only if he accepts your apology, will I kill you quickly. *chuckles quietly* If he doesn’t…well let’s just say you get to come visit m home, this time invited, and we get to continue our little conversation there. *pats his cheek lightly with his gun* I suggest you start begging right about now. *a bit of a sing song tone slips into his voice*
You heard the man. *brings a strike down across the man’s jaw* Looks like we have a guest for dinner. *takes advantage of his dazed state and securely ties his hands with the binding they used on Toni* Spain, go get in the car…. *breathing hitches a bit as he straightens, his hand covering the blood stain that had been growing on the front of his shirt* Now. *forces the man up by his shirt collar* Come on, scum.
- bossromano posted this