Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26120744-20180401033748/@comment-29194274-20180405040438

Tord is just relieved that he's actually willingly to shake his hand, but pokes a bit of fun at the man's suspiciousness of a teenager, "Don't worry, I don't bite. The worst I can do is throw a few insults at you in a Norwegian."

:33 < Nepeta interjects quickly before returning yo her arguement, ":33 < What about the gun at your side then, hmm?"

"That," Tord glances over with a dark look, warning her to stay out of the conversation, "is for emergencies only. When words can't get me out of the situation and I need to buy myself some time. Unlike you I have to rely on my wits alone. I don't have any special powers." His words are lined with a darker undertone at the last few sentences. He's reaching his peak of annoyance and anger at everyone's behaviours towards him because of that stupid future seld. He takes a deep breath, recollecting himself as he begins speaking again, "It's empty anyways." To prove his point, he pulls the gun out of its holster, removes the clip, tips ut upside down and shakes it. Nothing falls out, and he puts it back in, re-holstering the gun.