CommanderLeahShepard
♡ Ten Faced ♡
I notice someone with money walking down the street and I stretch out my arms and spin my pistol with my fingers. "That's a lot of money you've got there."
"Close." I laugh. "Guns. I make 'em. Anything - Pistols, SMGs, shotguns - you name it, I make it." I say.
I realize they're talking about guns. Perfect. I don't have money though, so I pull the rejected, pink-haired girl behind them to talk to me. "Hey, can you give me some money?" I ask.