Or you'd stick around to see how lung before I throw a skillet at you.
[A hand moved back, unfastening the buckle of his mask and slid it off, setting it on the table. Still had that thick yet trimmed beard/mustache under it.
Blue eyes narrowed, because it wasn't done out of trust. No, it was simply done out of necessity and the fact that it wasn't as if what was behind it was unknown to the man there before him.]
no subject
[A hand moved back, unfastening the buckle of his mask and slid it off, setting it on the table. Still had that thick yet trimmed beard/mustache under it.
Blue eyes narrowed, because it wasn't done out of trust. No, it was simply done out of necessity and the fact that it wasn't as if what was behind it was unknown to the man there before him.]
Am I.