[William closes and reopens his mouth twice while the wizard is getting himself seated, his best impression of a fish. He continues to watch, before finally arriving at a conclusion that has nothing to do with Severus himself. Conclusions about Severus wouldn't be happening now, if they are ever to occur at all; William will have to settle for figuring out what to do with himself.
Making the request.] I been lent a gun for Shepard's mission this month. [He stoops to pull up a small bag he'd discarded underneath the table, hauls it up onto his lap.] Problem is, bullets is finite consumables and I don' want to put my friend out. You know, what wif all the violence that happens 'round here.
Would it be a pain in the arse for you to make some? [He drags the zipper tab down, teeth separating noisily in the quiet. Extricates a semi-automatic handgun, 21st century, heavy black metal, holds it out for Severus to see. It's light: empty.]
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Making the request.] I been lent a gun for Shepard's mission this month. [He stoops to pull up a small bag he'd discarded underneath the table, hauls it up onto his lap.] Problem is, bullets is finite consumables and I don' want to put my friend out. You know, what wif all the violence that happens 'round here.
Would it be a pain in the arse for you to make some? [He drags the zipper tab down, teeth separating noisily in the quiet. Extricates a semi-automatic handgun, 21st century, heavy black metal, holds it out for Severus to see. It's light: empty.]