Thursday
Today, we encourage you to drabble about weapons.
"Sy, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?"
He had said that it was a butterfly knife, but, whenever she tried to open it the fancy way that he did, she ended up slapping herself in the face with it in some way. It was actually getting annoying really quick.
"You can't just depend on one way to defend yourself," he pointed out to her. "Plus, most guns don't do dick to vampires and you know that."
"Shotgun to the head still kills most things," she grumbled, trying to flick the knife around like he did only to slam the metal part on her fingers AGAIN. "FUCK!" she screamed, finally hurling the cursed thing across the room.
"You really do act like a five year old with these sorts of things," he said, getting up and going to get the damn knife.
She glared at him over her somehow bruising hand. "You'd think dead flesh wouldn't bruise," she grumbled.
"It actually bruises more because blood can pool in one spot if you leave it sitting for too long," Sy said, flicking the knife back closed like it was nothing.
"Go fuck yourself, Sy. Really." She stood up and walked out of the living room and into her computer room, slamming the door behind her.
"Sy, what the fuck am I supposed to do with this?"
He had said that it was a butterfly knife, but, whenever she tried to open it the fancy way that he did, she ended up slapping herself in the face with it in some way. It was actually getting annoying really quick.
"You can't just depend on one way to defend yourself," he pointed out to her. "Plus, most guns don't do dick to vampires and you know that."
"Shotgun to the head still kills most things," she grumbled, trying to flick the knife around like he did only to slam the metal part on her fingers AGAIN. "FUCK!" she screamed, finally hurling the cursed thing across the room.
"You really do act like a five year old with these sorts of things," he said, getting up and going to get the damn knife.
She glared at him over her somehow bruising hand. "You'd think dead flesh wouldn't bruise," she grumbled.
"It actually bruises more because blood can pool in one spot if you leave it sitting for too long," Sy said, flicking the knife back closed like it was nothing.
"Go fuck yourself, Sy. Really." She stood up and walked out of the living room and into her computer room, slamming the door behind her.