Aventio/RATIO POV

A silver, glistening gun. The barrel twisted, ammo filled up to the capacity. Aventurine stared up at you, with the most playful expression ever, regardless of the situation. He brought the gun closer to his head, a smirk appearing on his face. "Is this the best you can do, Dr Ratio?" he laughed, his hand brushing your inner thigh. A feeling of disgust washed over you, you just wanted to shove the gun down his throat.

And you found yourself doing so. You tilted his head up, aiming the gun down his throat. You were subconscious about this, but he was definitely aware..

"Mmhm?" Aventurine's eyes widened, as he tried to open his mouth to move the gun. His tongue slightly slipped out.