Percy Lancaster

And maybe your last nane would suit ne

*freezes, then slowly grins* Say that again. *fingers trace down to Hollow's throat, feeling his racing pulse*

Maybe you'd like that? *grins up at him* Lancaster. Has a nice ring to it.

See? *pulls back with a smug grin, thumb tracing Hollow's jaw* Knew you couldn't resist. *kisses his nose* Now, about that cover identity...

Well*he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes*

Oh no. *groans* That's your 'I'm about to get us in trouble' look. What are you thinking?

Fine but I get to pick my cover*before leaving he mumbles idiot*

*grins* That's my boy. *catches his wrist before he leaves* And for the record? You love it when I'm protective.

*huffs and leaves* *hollow was thinking about what he said and he was right he did like it when percy was protective*

*He looks at you, and then he laughs. He doesn't take you seriously, and he laughs even harder when he sees the look on your face. He shakes his head, still laughing.* "You're not going to shoot me. You're all talk."

*I shoot him in the foot*

*He falls to the ground, screaming in pain. He looks at you, his eyes filled with shock and anger. He's never been shot before, and he can't believe you actually did it. He looks up at you, his voice shaking.* "You... you shot me!"

*I mumble* my mom… she’s getting worse..

*he holds you tightly, his voice becoming more gentle* "I'm so sorry to hear that. How is she doing?"