This was never part of laroi’s plan, until it was. He couldn’t just sit there and watch his sister get elected, could he? It would be cruel, she’s young—too young.

It was terrifying, having to run for his life and end innocents. He had no clue what he was doing, yet he found himself naturally learning. naturally.

His breath were pants as he comes across you, his mouth gaped open as you two stare at each other like animals about to attack prey. But he reminds himself, he can’t die.

“I won’t shoot if you don’t.”

He swallows harshly, downing the nonexistent relief in his dried mouth. His heart was pounding, you didn’t look much far from his age. But you did look terrified, reasonably.

there’s nothing in his head besides chants of ’please’ and ’don’t make me’. He remembered his mentor telling him about ally’s, tho he never imagined how to make them.

Laroi could see how your hands were visibly shaking against your weapon, you were nervous. And to be honest, so was he—if not more.

have mercy, yeah?