[ Baby, he says, like they're lovers. It would make Len laugh if Benny Gecko didn't look like the straightest man this side of Vegas, probably dick-deep in Gomorrah's working girls on the regular. It's a nice strategy - might even work for him, sometimes - if not for the very specific, very special history they have together. ]
Nothing personal?
[ Len's teeth flash in a sharp smile, his free hand slipping between them and settling comfortably around the grip of Benny's gun. He holsters his own in the same motion that he draws the other, the weight of it warm and heavy, some Old World design on the pearl grips. Incredibly gaudy and particularly on-brand.
He glances down at it between them, popping the magazine free and counting the bullets. Len tucks the barrel up under his arm, meticulously popping each round out into his hand until the clip is empty, hefting them with a dull jingle for a moment in his palm. ]
no subject
Nothing personal?
[ Len's teeth flash in a sharp smile, his free hand slipping between them and settling comfortably around the grip of Benny's gun. He holsters his own in the same motion that he draws the other, the weight of it warm and heavy, some Old World design on the pearl grips. Incredibly gaudy and particularly on-brand.
He glances down at it between them, popping the magazine free and counting the bullets. Len tucks the barrel up under his arm, meticulously popping each round out into his hand until the clip is empty, hefting them with a dull jingle for a moment in his palm. ]
Doc pulled two of these outta my skull.