Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20141216172336

Plutarch Cavendish laughed.

Not a laugh of darkness, bloodthirst, malice or sacarsm... A laugh of actual humor and fun.

"Shoooooot!" He whooped. "Looks like I shoulda loaded lead!"

Still chuckling he forced Char off him and stood up, plucking the knife that was still sticking out of the boy's chest.

He cleaned the sickly blood from the knife with a hankercheif, still laughing no less. He'd just quit the fight now. He also returned the gun to the shoulder holster.

"Lemme tell ya, I haven't had that much fun in months. I'm calling it quits right now, but dang." He finished cleaning the knife, but simply shoved it into his pocket rather than the shirt.

He stuck out his hand as if to shake. "You ain't half bad. What's yer name Gecko?"