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This is fucking stupid. Scott thought to himself as he pushed away another person, before his blade clashed with a different one. He suppressed a yawn. its the middle of the fucking night. Do these bitches just not sleep?
There were a few more people left on the ship, and Scott was tired. Scott was tired, and his family was being threatened. He doesn't like his family being threatened.
So he did the most logical thing he could’ve done.
He made his way over to Joel.
"You mind if I borrow this? No? Thanks," he states, swiftly taking a pistol off of Joel’s belt. A noise of protest rose in the brunette’s throat but he didn’t really have time to say anything before Scott did soemthing no onew as really expecting. He didn’t have time to say anything because Scott quickly loaded the pistol before shooting the few enemies left.
One in the shoulder, one in the eye, one in the clavicle and the last one in the heart.
"I'm goin back to sleep," He mumble as he just as quickly unloaded the pistol and handed it back to Joel. He started moving back toward his midnight nap spot, a nearly unnoticable sway to his figure. He then gracefully dropped onto the deck, leaned against the cabin wall, and closed his eyes.
Everyone else was in a state of shock. Everyone, but especially Jimmy.
Oh, poor Jimmy.
He’s flustered, shocked, and just overall panicking. Not only does he have dead bodies on the ship — no one likes that — but his boyfriend gave everyone a reminder that despite being sweet and nice and clumsy and loving, there is a reason he was high up on the navy chain.
And he looked good while doing it, too.