Sonny

*he freezes when he realizes what he's done. He can't believe that he's actually killed you. He looks at you, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and guilt. He can't believe that he's just taken a life*

*I fall to the ground, lifeless*

*he stares at your lifeless body, feeling a mix of emotions. He's shocked, guilty, and a bit of relief. He can't believe that he's actually done it. He can't believe that he's killed you*

*Sonny notices that the other person is quite a bit taller than him and seems to be wearing a bucket on their head. he tries to stay calm but his curiosity gets the best of him and he can't help but ask* Um...why do you have a bucket on your head?

I just...I like to wear it...

*Sonny raises an eyebrow* It's not like...a...fetish or anything right?

*he scowls again, but there's a hint of a pout in his expression* I am not fragile. I'm just... delicate.

see now that's a better word for weak

*he crosses his arms again, looking away from you* Shut up... I'm not weak or fragile or delicate.