As soon as she begins to move, he realizes his shot is going to miss,and sets about reloading immediately. An 18th century weapon is the only thing keeping him from a speedy second shot, obviously, but he's well practiced.
He's beinging back the hammer a second time and reaiming as she continues to mock him from the ceiling. Not doing so good with first impressions. Then again, Edward's never been called old before, not like this, and not from a stranger. He doesn't fucking like it. He'd climb up there himself and grab her by the braid but he has no earthly idea how she got up there to begin with.
"Not to cut into your tight-five routine, but you're making me waste my ammo." he mutters, "And I don't recall signing up for a fucking roast. So fuck off or die."
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As soon as she begins to move, he realizes his shot is going to miss,and sets about reloading immediately. An 18th century weapon is the only thing keeping him from a speedy second shot, obviously, but he's well practiced.
He's beinging back the hammer a second time and reaiming as she continues to mock him from the ceiling. Not doing so good with first impressions. Then again, Edward's never been called old before, not like this, and not from a stranger. He doesn't fucking like it. He'd climb up there himself and grab her by the braid but he has no earthly idea how she got up there to begin with.
"Not to cut into your tight-five routine, but you're making me waste my ammo." he mutters, "And I don't recall signing up for a fucking roast. So fuck off or die."