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There was a pause. Malphas, at first, didn't speak. But he also didn't pull over. After a second, he started laughing. He wasn't doing it on purpose. He pulled the car off to the side, and turned to Taylor. He was done. He was completely and utterly done. Fine, he wanted to shoot him? Why the fuck not? He could let himself slip this one time. Just once. After this....well. He'd go back to normal, or whatever he was doing was. Just maybe with one less crime lord in the world.
"Alright, fine. You're done? Okay. So am I. Go ahead and shoot me, then, don't pull it out too long. Just fucking do it, yea?" He said, grinning. It was just this once, he reminded himself mentally "Put a bullet in my skull. Hell, if you want to stab me, even, I'll stay still. Take your pick, but don't keep me waiting."
Usually, Mal was pissed off. But there was a difference between that and now. The poking a prodding? That pissed him off and he got snappy, annoyed. This, however....this was funny. This was the best fucking thing that had happened all week. The other had no idea that the bullets wouldn't do shit, and Mal was thrilled about that. He trusted the reaction would be spectacular, and then maybe he could fucking teach the asshole a lesson.
That'd be nice.
"Alright, fine. You're done? Okay. So am I. Go ahead and shoot me, then, don't pull it out too long. Just fucking do it, yea?" He said, grinning. It was just this once, he reminded himself mentally "Put a bullet in my skull. Hell, if you want to stab me, even, I'll stay still. Take your pick, but don't keep me waiting."
Usually, Mal was pissed off. But there was a difference between that and now. The poking a prodding? That pissed him off and he got snappy, annoyed. This, however....this was funny. This was the best fucking thing that had happened all week. The other had no idea that the bullets wouldn't do shit, and Mal was thrilled about that. He trusted the reaction would be spectacular, and then maybe he could fucking teach the asshole a lesson.
That'd be nice.