JOKES——- jokes meant everything, of course he brought with himself a real firearm but the jokes were at first instance. He liked to disturb others. Jerome looked his own toy gun && laughed again, but did not notice the other && When the other man beat on his face, it made him flex his body back before The red head was leaning forward to lick the blood coming from his nose now found on his lips, he frowned slightly as he tasted his own blood on his tongue.❛That was strangely PLEASANT; Let’s do it again.❜ He said giggling && keeping his smile onto his face as he then started laughing.
❛ he, he, he, HA HA HA HA ! ! ! ! !
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civility reasserts itself once the fury of being duped wears off with the first hit. giving him a swift punch to the face did quill’s temperament wonders & suddenly the anxiety bogging him down dissipates. obviously someone needs to put that insane dog back on his leash, because this isn’t how things were supposed to work out. then again, peter understood the DANGER in associating with these sorts of people – now he’s beginning to regret getting mixed up with that billionaire here in gotham city. perhaps now they should get down to business.
