when everything was like a loaded gun.

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[slowly, his guard is beginning to drop. he ventures further out to explore the dressing room with less caution. currently, he looks so out of place in the spotless kitchen with his ripped up jeans and dirty shoes. at least his white cotton tee looks fairly decent. both uzi pistols are tucked safely in their own holsters on both his thighs. he's currently fixing himself a glass of milk. he hasn't had something like that in months.]