[ Souji's voice is just enough to cut above the roar of gunfire as Shouta empties the remainder of his .50 clip. It's not a quiet conclusion; the last rounds to connect to the cardboard saw the whole thing into messy halves, debris and shavings joining a heap of others on the floor. A finale if there ever was one.
But even among the echoes like thunder, Souji's presence is just enough to keep the edge from consuming his eyes when Shouta looks at him over his shoulder.
He finally lowers his arms, smoke wafting freely from the Desert Eagles. There it was, his "That's enough." ]
Not one they tell you about in the rule books. What do you want?
no subject
But even among the echoes like thunder, Souji's presence is just enough to keep the edge from consuming his eyes when Shouta looks at him over his shoulder.
He finally lowers his arms, smoke wafting freely from the Desert Eagles. There it was, his "That's enough." ]
Not one they tell you about in the rule books. What do you want?