Several shots rang throughout the room, three of which were accompanied by sounds of pained shouts. “Dang it, that hurt!” The brunet begins as he lets out a sharp breath. Droplets of sweat can be seen on his face as he holds his shoulder. It really did hurt, but even more so when it was Chuuya that shot him. “You always had poor aim.” A jab in regards to the other always being bad at wielding a gun. “Come back to me, Chuuya.” His last words before he’s silenced by being shot in the head.