031 ∞ VIDEO

[designedtoparty]

[Nathan does not look happy today. Not surprising, given the trouble the curse yesterday gave him.]

You. Not Zombie Girl. The other one. You know who you are.

What the fuck was yesterday all about?

If you're going to go dragging me into your criminal activities, you could at least make sure we're robbing something decent. Who the fuck robs a book shop? Can you imagine the shit you'd get for getting arrested for something like that?

[Nathan stops his rant there, reaching down to rub at his foot, expression changing to an irritated pout.] That's not even going into anything else. My foot's killing me.

Comments

[eiremagic]

Why the fuck did someone seriously give you a fucking gun?

Fuck.

[designedtoparty]

I don't know. He wanted to kill me. Sort of seemed like the opposite thing he should be doing, but it's not like I was going to start complaining.

[eiremagic]

Are you going to give it over?

[designedtoparty]

No. Why would I give it over?

[eiremagic]

Because you're likely to shoot yourself in the foot.

[designedtoparty]

That only happened once! I've had it ages and I've always managed to avoid shooting myself easy enough before.

[eiremagic]

Ages?

[designedtoparty]

You didn't know?

[eiremagic]

Fuck.

[designedtoparty]

Oh, come on. You keep guns all over the place. What's the big deal with me having just one?

[eiremagic]

There's a fucking difference between Frankie and I having guns and you having one. First off, I've never shot meself.

[designedtoparty]

I wouldn't have if I wasn't cursed.