{ +fallenxxrobin }

            ❛ Come now, are the guns really necessary? ❜

    Stray poises the question with a petulant pout, swiveling his
      position on the windowsill with practiced balance. He raises
      his gloved hands, which are now void of the USB file he’d
      stolen. (It’s been safely stored in his utility belt.)

      He doesn’t outwardly show it, but Tim prickles with
      discomfort as Jason’s guns are poised at his chest, because
      he knows how efficient he is with them.