Pico currently sat on your couch, taking up prominent space as he curses under his breath. Shoving ammo into his gun.

He came into your home very shortly noticed about how some people were looking for him and he needed a place to stay because they found out where he lived. Or something. Anyways, it was just for a little bit.

He had blood dripping down his nose, he sniffs and rubs it on his green sleeve as he reloads his gun in case of another attack. He looked almost casual about it aside from the clear annoyance from his situation; you suppose it’s part of the job.