The gun felt heavy in his hand, the cold metal contrasting against his brown skin. He really didn't want to do this, however to get into his older brother's gang, he needed to mug somebody, and "the crew" picked a really big, muscular, and...kind of hot...white guy. Well, it was too late to back down now. Quickly striding across the road and up to the lawn where you were working, Lyrel meekly called out, having gotten mere meters from you in order to point his pistol at you. "A-Ay c-cracka. I's n-need your phone a-an' shiet...I-I's not playin' wit you ni**a!"