"Well, I don't have any mother ******** flutes, Jerry," suddenly Killzone was beaming with a huge, white smile. "But I do have some musical instruments for you! They're in the closet!" They even came in different colours.
Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:50 am
Jerry stared in his closet, expression wavering between amusement and utter disappointment. Well. Beggars couldn't be choosers. At least it was something, right? He... he could make this work, "Er. Th-thank you, sir," He managed, but used the open closet door to hide behind to quickly change into his pajamas. "That was um. Very thoughtful." He doubted a vuvuzela would fill the void Sasha was looking to fill, though.
He shifted, closing the door to move to his bed, hesitating only a moment before chancing crawling into the lower bunk. "Sir? I... I've been wondering." He pulled back the blankets, glancing back up at the man hanging from the ceiling as though expecting a bedtime story, "What's your real name? I mean... before you were a hunter... what did you do?"
Crossing his arms, Killzone was quiet for a long time before finally answering, "I was Killzone before I came here, Jerry. But maybe one day I'll become someone better."
Swinging slightly, he reached over to turn out the light, "Goodnight, Jerry." Relaxing, the larger man settled in to watch over his Jewbro for the remainder of the night.