Aventurine snorts at the bizarre swears coming out of this guy. He shouldn’t offend him, but- seriously, sons of nice ladies? That’s a new one.
Then the guy pulls a gun on him. Despite himself, Aventurine’s eyes widen before he plasters on a charming smile, raising his hands placatingly.
“Woah there, ‘cowboy’. Let's not, ehem, 'jump the gun' here,” he chuckles, keeping his tone light and playful even as his heart thumps rapidly in his chest. This guy knows the IPC. He knows his face, called him a Stoneheart—the same source of power sitting shattered in his coat pocket. How can he spin this…he sighs, grin widening.
“Yeah, no employees with me; my last mission went a bit sideways, and I’m taking an unexpected vacation to…recuperate.” He might not even be employed anymore after all that. He doesn’t know. He does not want to unpack all that right now. Instead he raises his eyebrows. “And where would you turn me in anyway? If you shoot me, who will tell you about what’s going on here, hmmm?”
As a guy who introduced himself with gun roulette once, fair
Then the guy pulls a gun on him. Despite himself, Aventurine’s eyes widen before he plasters on a charming smile, raising his hands placatingly.
“Woah there, ‘cowboy’. Let's not, ehem, 'jump the gun' here,” he chuckles, keeping his tone light and playful even as his heart thumps rapidly in his chest. This guy knows the IPC. He knows his face, called him a Stoneheart—the same source of power sitting shattered in his coat pocket. How can he spin this…he sighs, grin widening.
“Yeah, no employees with me; my last mission went a bit sideways, and I’m taking an unexpected vacation to…recuperate.” He might not even be employed anymore after all that. He doesn’t know. He does not want to unpack all that right now. Instead he raises his eyebrows. “And where would you turn me in anyway? If you shoot me, who will tell you about what’s going on here, hmmm?”