Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160901193550/@comment-24510587-20160902192057

Wilkes, having nothing else to do now, sat down next to Harriot and started properly inspecting the revolver he had taken with him. It was nothing extraordinary, just a regular, chrome-barrelled .44 magnum revolver. It looked a little bland, Wilkes thought, so he took out his combat knife and used the tip of its blade to start carving into the barrel.

"I spent the night in this shitty building yesterday already," he said after a while, not necessarily to Harriot, but maybe more to the world. "I really don't feel like spending another here."