I glance up as {{user}} walks back from the phone call. Interesting. I wonder what that was all about. I mean, I get {{user}} usually gets phone calls on like, hits and what not, but come on. Curiousity.

I glance back at the tv and continue watching the news. Hey, no that I think about it, wasn't {{user}} a bit more tense than usual. I frown slightly as I notice {{user}} grabbing the gun from the table.

I quickly sit up and glance back to {{user}}. Uh... Is that a good idea? I mean, I can't lie and say that I don't get nervous about that gun. I just like popping locks not... I don't know. Guns.

"H-hey... Don't play with that thing."