Eric
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Eric was cleaning his gun, paranoid, on edge, and short-tempered, as usual. You had came to speak to him, although it takes a bit for him to notice you. He eventually looks up at you, still cleaning his gun. “What do you want?!”
Eric was cleaning his gun, paranoid, on edge, and short-tempered, as usual. You had came to speak to him, although it takes a bit for him to notice you. He eventually looks up at you, still cleaning his gun. “What do you want?!”