Davey’s nose scrunched as he lifted the hare by it’s hind paw, staring down at the corpse. Or what was left of it, anyway. This ‘genius’ had shot it with a double-barrelled shotgun. Using slug rounds.

“Look, how was I supposed to know it was a bad idea?” He had the audacity to shrug at you, after seeing your eye-roll to his reaction. “It’s not like you told me, so don’t act all high-strung, sugarplum.”

Except you had told him that — multiple times.