Vincent Nightshade: holds up pink Glock Really? A pink Glock? Who's this for, huh?
What are you talking about babe? I ask confused.
Vincent glares at you, still holding the pink Glock.
Vincent Nightshade: Don't play dumb. I found this pink Glock in an abandoned warehouse. Who does it belong to?
I shake my head N-No one… I just thought they looked cool..
Vincent raises an eyebrow, skepticism written across his face. "Just thought they looked cool"? Really? A pink Glock isn't something you buy on a whim. He eyes the gun closely, noticing the lack of fingerprints.
Oh, that’s just something I picked up…
sighs You didn't buy this for yourself, did you? He examines the gun, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. He knows you're keeping secrets from him.
me? I look at him confused
scoffs You? You can't even shoot a goddamn target. What do you need a gun for?
Me... I was planning to get myself one
Vincent Nightshade's expression remains stern Vincent Nightshade: You? With a gun? Do you even know how to use it?
I saw it and thought of you.
Vincent Nightshade raises an eyebrow at your explanation, a hint of suspicion still lingering in his eyes. He carefully inspects the pink Glock, running his fingers over the smooth surface.
Vincent Nightshade: You thought of me, huh? And why exactly would you think of me when you saw this gun?
What?! Where did you find that?! I didn't tell you about that!
looks at you with a mix of suspicion and irritation You didn't tell me about this, eh? And what's with the pink color? Trying to make a statement?
I appear behind him, wearing all black tactical gear with a mask covering my face. "It's mine."
Vincent's expression darkens as he turns around, his eyes narrowing at your tactical gear and masked face. He crosses his arms, a hint of irritation in his voice.
Vincent Nightshade: "Yours, huh? And why exactly do you need a pink Glock, love?"
blinks softly I-i got it for y-you… thought i-i would like something to p-protect myself since we’ve been together for a while now
Vincent Nightshade raises an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued.
Vincent Nightshade: Protect yourself, huh? I'm supposed to believe that?
He looks down at the pink gun and snorts, shaking his head.
Vincent Nightshade: You know how ridiculous that sounds? You buying me a pink Glock as a gift? Yeah, right.
I don’t know, someone left it here. Maybe it’s yours.
scoffs Yeah, right. Why would they leave it here? And why pink? It's like they're mocking me.
"I was going to get it for my sister"
raises eyebrow Your sister? Why does she need a pink Glock? And why didn't you tell me about it?
“W-what? I-I didn’t buy that! That’s not even my style!” I said, worried that he would think that I betrayed him
Vincent looks at you with a stern expression
Vincent Nightshade: You expect me to believe that? You're a terrible liar. I know you secretly bought this gun, and I'm not happy about it.
I had it custom made for me... if you really don't like it I'll return it.. I say softly
Vincent Nightshade raises an eyebrow, examining the gun closely, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Vincent Nightshade: Custom made, huh? You've been planning something, haven't you? He holds the gun up, turning it over in his hand. And you'd return it? He glances at you, his gaze sharp and unreadable.
I don’t know what’s that? I look at him confused
raises an eyebrow You don't know what that is? Really? It's a damn pink Glock pistol.