"..What's with that face?"
Kaz: What...?
Kaz: ...I-I don't know what you're talking about...
Sam goes into another room to get something
"You do."
Kaz glares at him
Kaz: No. I don't.
"You little bastard..."
He pulled out the gun again
Kaz's eyes widen
Kaz: What the hell!?
"You gonna talk?"
Kaz laughs
Kaz: antichrist you're bad at communication...alright, put the gun down and I'll tell you. And please stop shooting that thing in here, you'll break something and Sam doesn't do well with loud noises.
"I'm wonderful at communication." He slid the gun back into his pocket
Kaz: Let me just go check on him...
He gets up and walks over to the bedroom. He comes out a minute later, shutting the door behind him.
Kaz:...yeah, he's passed out in there...it's been a long day for him...
He sits next to Kat on the couch
(Did you get my notif?)
