[Right now, 'looks like a gun' isn't enough for him-- he's furious, seething, at having this happen again.
So he feints another stumble into the bed, and he grabs the steak knife from underneath the pillow. Unless Omar is actively pointing the gun at him, still, he'll step up close.]
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So he feints another stumble into the bed, and he grabs the steak knife from underneath the pillow. Unless Omar is actively pointing the gun at him, still, he'll step up close.]
You're making it personal, asshole.