[Now there's a glare. Solomon is at his best when his reactions are raw and unfiltered, that sharpened stare bringing a broad, toothy grin to Akira's lips. Good. This is how it should've been from the beginning... but if it had been, who can say if Akira's attention would have held this long?
Akira dodges that broom with relative ease (6), reaching back into his pocket to pull out his gun, point it directly at Solomon's face, and fire (14).
...Confetti and glitter issue forth from the gun. Here's hoping the bulk of it got in Solomon's hair so he has the privilege of spending an hour in the bath scrubbing glitter out of it.]
Come on. Use your words. I'm not unwilling to listen, you know.
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Akira dodges that broom with relative ease (6), reaching back into his pocket to pull out his gun, point it directly at Solomon's face, and fire (14).
...Confetti and glitter issue forth from the gun. Here's hoping the bulk of it got in Solomon's hair so he has the privilege of spending an hour in the bath scrubbing glitter out of it.]
Come on. Use your words. I'm not unwilling to listen, you know.