From where Sawyer stood, he couldn't quite catch everything that Hurley was saying. The other man had a tendency of only emphasizing half of the words that he said, as though he still felt slightly too ashamed to make his full thoughts clear. Sawyer heard patches, something about 'really, really bad' and 'totally bad' and of course, it just had to be the most pessimistic snippets of Hurley's little tirade that made it to his ears. He hesitated at his door, before he groaned, rolled his eyes, and made right after his best friend.
"So what, you sayin' that if I die, you ain't gonna feel 'totally bad' 'bout it too?" Sawyer called out after Hurley, the volume of his voice far more consistent, though the confidence in his tone wavered. From the neat little pull-out drawer under the dining table, Sawyer pulled out a gun and stuffed it inside his pants, pressed against the small of his back. "Alright, dammit, I'm comin'. Sonuvabitch."
Not two steps out of his bedroom, Sawyer heard a high-pitched squeal from the common room.
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Date: 2011-04-02 03:49 am (UTC)"So what, you sayin' that if I die, you ain't gonna feel 'totally bad' 'bout it too?" Sawyer called out after Hurley, the volume of his voice far more consistent, though the confidence in his tone wavered. From the neat little pull-out drawer under the dining table, Sawyer pulled out a gun and stuffed it inside his pants, pressed against the small of his back. "Alright, dammit, I'm comin'. Sonuvabitch."
Not two steps out of his bedroom, Sawyer heard a high-pitched squeal from the common room.