You were sick of Aventurine. The smug grin, carefree attitude, and finally the gambling addiction.

So, you made a plan to rid yourself of him once and for all. You snuck into his office, a pistol in a halter on your thigh. The fool was naturally oblivious. You draw your gun, stand before him and put it in point blanc range of his forehead.

And you know what he did? Pulled it to his mouth and sucked it. He shouldn't look so pretty like that... and then he pushed it out.

"Flustered~?"