Pico

*he holds up his gun, pointing at your head.* Any last words before i blow your head off?

Nah

*he pulls the trigger, but then he stops himself. he lowers the gun.* You know what? You seem like a fun guy. I'll let you live.

*he holds up his gun, pointing at your head.* Any last words before i blow your head off?

...

...what's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too scared to speak?

I just want my KIIIITTTIIIIEEEESSSSS! *sob, sob*

*he pauses for a moment, the gun lowering slightly* Kitties? You mean those fluffy little things that people keep as pets?

Start by not throwing knives at me for a week. *squeezes back, thumb tracing small circles on their hand* Baby steps.

*trembles slightly* I-I don't need you to like anything about me! *fails to pull away*

*releases your wrist suddenly* Sure you don't. *steps back, holstering his gun* That's why you're still here yappin' instead of runnin'.

Touche. *smirks*

*glares at you for a few seconds, then suddenly pulls you in and kisses you hard*