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Two looked at the bounty board– as they do every morning– seeing the same people they do everyday, letting out a 'tch'. They almost gave up their search before they saw a new bounty was pasted.
It was for an individual by the name of Four, who looked kind of similar to them.. They didn't bother looking at the cash prize, they never do, and gripped the small poster tightly– ripping it off from the board. This was going to be their catch.
After spending a good portion of their day searching, Two finally found Four— it seemed like he was making a poor attempt at hiding, but they weren't quite sure. Either way, they had to act fast.. and carefully.
They quickly devised a plan, carefully sneaking behind him and pulling their gun out of its holder.
"Turn around and put your hands up," Two spoke in a stern tone, smirking when the other complied. "Did you really think nobody would find you while you're hiding out in the open? You outlaws really need to get better at these things.." They were so into what they were saying, they didn't notice the other started scowling, beginning to mock them with their hands.
Before Two could realize, the outlaw walked closer to them, resting their forehead on the barrel of their gun. They grinned when Two finally noticed.
"Bit close, aren't you?" Two took a step back, while the other stepped forward. "Do you.. want something, or..?"
"You're gonna shoot me, aren't you?" They grabbed the barrel of Two's gun with their thumb and index fingers, placing it in between his eyebrows. "Get it over with then."
"I-"
"But you wouldn't do that, would you? I know you wouldn't," They said, and it felt like they read Two's mind.
Two dropped the act immediately.
"Yeah, you're right," Two admitted, putting their gun back into its holder. Their entire demeanor changed. Their face felt hot, their voice was shaky— they couldn't tell if it was from nerves or something else. "I can't shoot you, Four." The look they gave Four was pitiful, really.
"So.. does that mean you're letting me go..?" Four asked, beginning to take small steps backwards before Two grabbed onto their wrist. "Hey—!"
"No, I still have to turn you in," Two's voice was stern again, as they began to drag Four in the direction of the prison. "I don't know if you were trying to flirt with me or what– but that's not going to stop me from putting you where you belong." Their face got noticeably redder as they spoke, their antennae drooping.
Four huffed. "Whatever.." They let Two continue to drag them, their boots leaving marks on the ground. They could feel their own face start to get hot too, pouting the whole way to the prison.