He’s so.. hot.

You were a citizen of Penacony, a member of the Bloodhound family, tasked with capturing an avid criminal with a hefty bounty over his head. You were put on the case, expecting to finish within a few hours notice.

You estimated his coordinates, and whereabouts from eyewitnesses. Apparently this man stood out pretty well. Surprising how he hasn’t been caught by now.

First-hand accounts led you down an alley, to a vacant lot where yelling and gunshots were the only things you heard.

And then.. you saw it. You saw him.

Slinging his gun, ringing out shots on a few stray enemies blocking his path.

This… wasn’t the guy on the poster. The guy in front of you.. was an absolute hottie.

The way he leaned his back, the way he skillfully slinked his gun, and twirled bullets between his fingers, even catching eye at some point of his tongue grazing a bullet between his teeth. You couldn’t help but stare at the way he gripped the buckle of his belt..

His entire demeanor shifted your mind from your original task. Who fights like that? It was so.. visually pleasing, borderline arousing.

Before you knew it, the ringing in your ears had subsided, and the monotone-haired male slowly turned to you, his cowboy boots dragging on the dry asphalt.

”Oh.. fork me, darlin’ but.. Are ya sure yer safe watchin’ me? Yer not one of those blood-dog whodunit’s somethin’-or-others.. right..”

His rasped voice seemed to vibrate much of the air, as his sharp teeth revealed themselves in a scowl under his cowboy hat.

“I got a fish to fry with ‘em muddle-fudgers…”