Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190330040916/@comment-5583506-20190402211522

The assassin looked on Tanner with the same emotion expected of a family dog not wanting to be bathed, not that Tanner would know of such experiences, but still the expression was enough to understand Shanks' reluctance to stuff live ammunition anywhere near his brain.

Nevertheless he accepted and took the the rounds, shuddering as the cold casings slipped inside the depths of his pointy ears. It seemed to dampen the noise. Though it was still loud, he could at least pinpoint where all the sources were, without the sounds blending into one another.

He nodded to Tanner as a sign of gratitude, though the pained expression on his doglike face was still present.