Uncharacteristically, Goki briefly wanted to elaborate. A catch in the throat sensation of someone who was a bit put out and wanted validation, potentially by sharing his own side of the story--but then he thought about it. Saying 'that guy pulled a gun on me' begged innumerable questions. There was the kneejerk of 'holy shit, what', but then...
One could also rationally assume that a man walking free wouldn't pull a gun on just anyone. Another question might be 'what were you doing that got that reaction?' which, really wasn't invalid. Then the context of it all: stuck on a subway train in the underworld?
The whole scenario grew bigger than he could fit into a few words, so he let desire drift away with the breeze that smelled like stale body odor, old piss, and brake dust.
“How's your cone?” he asked just before taking another sloppy lick of his own confection. They stepped through the sliding doors and Goki immediately grabbed a seat in an empty bank on the side, letting his long legs stretch out across the middle aisle. “You ever been down to that shop?”
The Creamery was good but a bit too far for frequent visits. He wondered how local Brooke was and realized he didn't know.
One could also rationally assume that a man walking free wouldn't pull a gun on just anyone. Another question might be 'what were you doing that got that reaction?' which, really wasn't invalid. Then the context of it all: stuck on a subway train in the underworld?
The whole scenario grew bigger than he could fit into a few words, so he let desire drift away with the breeze that smelled like stale body odor, old piss, and brake dust.
“How's your cone?” he asked just before taking another sloppy lick of his own confection. They stepped through the sliding doors and Goki immediately grabbed a seat in an empty bank on the side, letting his long legs stretch out across the middle aisle. “You ever been down to that shop?”
The Creamery was good but a bit too far for frequent visits. He wondered how local Brooke was and realized he didn't know.